I'm a Londoner born and bred and being British, wasn't looking forward to The Olympics descending on my home town this year. I grumbled quietly about the road closures, complained about the parking restrictions, worried about the transportation systems imploding, feared overcrowding throughout the city and, found the whole idea of weeks of sport featuring athletes I had never heard of - one great big yawn.
With one foot in imagination and the big toe of the other reluctantly dipping the surface of reality, by narcissistic friends who are lost in pomposity or float endlessly in the walls of an abyss of self-delusion, with siblings who sometimes show fascist tendencies and a philosophy of life that is no good as philosophy but rhythmic and colourful as poetry and poetry that can be discarded as poetry I am afraid to say that in the quiet of my bedroom I have become Friedrich Nietzsche but only without the wisdom, the charisma, with fame and the glory!
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