Because I would quite like less excitement than that. I wanted one kind of excitement, Olympics excitement. I wanted to look at Beijing's ceremony and enjoy myself by imagining what godawful shite London will serve up in an attempt to be "relevant" and "down with the kids" or similar. Except we will probably have a Tory government by then so we'll have military tattoos and Routemasters instead of dancing hoodies. And also Scotland will probably have seceded by then.
I did not want tanks in South Ossetia and airstrikes. No points to *you*, universe.
Six hours, thirty two minutes until I am on vacation, unless we run late. Which we do *every* *damned* *Friday*. I hadn't realised how much I needed a break until this week.
I have 10 weeks of holiday to use by next Easter. I just mention that in a gloating sort of way...