For We Are Girt by Fail

I received an ominous email late Monday night from one Busby Esq. with the simple subject heading ”Ready to pay up?”. The email consisted of a single screen capture of the Olympic Medal Count, of most note was Great Britain’s new position above Australia – their 12 Gold Medals outnumbering our 11.

That was two entire days ago and, well, it’s looking even bleaker now.

DAY 12 STANDINGS

GREAT BRITAIN: 16 GOLD, 10 SILVER, 11 BRONZE. TOTAL: 37

AUSTRALIA: 11 GOLD, 12 SILVER, 13 BRONZE. TOTAL: 36

Jesus Cockerspaniel Christ. I’ve truly shit the bed on this wager I’ve made.

In hindsight, I probably should have done a bit of research. I don’t know why I was so confident Australia would beat the UK by 20 medals, I had no idea what our Olympic line up was like.

Why didn’t somebody tell me Ian Thorpe had retired? I thought he was a young punter? WTF is that all about?

Is the Awesome Foursome still around? What about Robert De Castella? Dean Lukin? What about that Wombat from A Country Practice? Let’s put that fucking thing in an event. Launch the fucker off the 10 metre diving board, if we don’t get a medal at least it will put a smile on the kids’ faces.

In all honesty, Australia had a new Prime Minister for about three months before I knew about it. I’m unsurprised I know so little about our Olympic hopes.

Oh well, there are still four days of competition left. As long as Britain gets no medals, and Australia gets 21 – I’m still in the clear. That should be fine if there are some Aussie-favourable events coming up such as the lawn bowls, the Triple Bean Flick, and the 200 metre Half Mongrel.

In other news, I’m off to Serbia for the Belgrade Beer Fest tomorrow morning.

Chuck sent us this email regarding the trip:

“Remember to organise travel insurance, as we are heading to a Beer Festival in a potentially volatile section of the world”.


Tell me that statement doesn’t give you a boner.