Ten Things We're Really, Really Bored Of With The Olympics
Hearing the US national anthem during every other medal ceremony
People still whinging about not being able to get any tickets/the opening ceremony/their taxes paying for it all
Adverts featuring slow-motion shots of athletes looking 'motivational' - for which read vaguely constipated
Mark Lawrenson grumping his way through the coverage of the Team GB football games
Armchair pundits who are suddenly experts on rhythmic gymnastics/smallbore shooting/Yngling
Gratuitous crotch shots masquerading as the coverage of women's beach volleyball
Windsurfing being taken seriously as an Olympic sport
Tom Daley's teeny-tiny Speedos
The inevitable musical montages to introduce/wrap up the action in any particular event
Usain chuffing Bolt
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