Slipping and Sliding
I am a Winter Olympics virgin There, I've said it. Now can we all move on? Look, I come from a place where, quite frankly, the colder version of the games was a novelty act for those who clearly had not the tropical climes to encourage them to take on the real sports of erm . . . boxing and eh . . . middle distance running. You know, the ones Ireland could be good at every now and again. And as such, they got very little tv coverage. And as such, I cannot remember watching a single piece of a single Winter Olympics pre-dating February 2010. That's not to say I'd never heard of it. I laughed heartily when I heard that we had a Bobsleigh team at Nagano (at least, I think it was Nagano), conveniently the first games which had a sufficient time gap to include competitors influenced by Cool Runnings . Incidentally, we out-ranked Jamaica at Nagano. Go us! And I scoffed mockingly when there was talk of an open top bus parade when our Skeleton racer type-guy (who defected to us cos