Spike!

Now I turn on the telly and get men's beach volleyball. I leave the room, and our four and a half year old daughter appears periodically to update me on the score. At least they don't hug after every point. No, it's the fist bump for the guys. Thank heavens they're not wearing banana hammocks.

God help the Queen

I'm completely perplexed that beach volleyball is an Olympic sport, let alone being played at Horse Guards Parade and receiving regular prime time TV coverage (about the only "coverage" attributed to the usually bikini-clad female players). (And how can land-locked countries like Austria have teams?)

What's next? Ultimate Frisbee, complete with dreadlock coiffed stoners in tie-dye uniforms being played on the grounds of Buckingham Palace? Or is it hackey sack at Westminster Abbey?