Same old, same old

Every time I pick up a paper, it’s full of new tragedies and broken dreams for Britain’s athletes. And pictures of more empty seats. And empty streets in central London because the civil service is “working” from home and woebegone tales of traffic chaos have scared off the visitors. Yet another aspect of the legacy of Tony B. Liar (and his missus). I bet the French are laughing their heads off. Still, we shouldn’t have to bother ourselves with bidding for another Olympics for twenty-odd years. Not that this minor consideration will stop the usual suspects demanding taxpayers’ cash for smooching the Olympics Mafia.