Maybe it was watching some of “The Games” last night? The male contestants had to dive, whether from a springboard or platform. It takes some nerve, believe me.
I’ve stood on the edge of the 5-metre level, looked down and thought, “It’s water, not concrete, what can go wrong?” But we’ve all seen belly-flops and sworn we’d never risk it. But I did, and was glad I’d had a go.
I recalled the Olympics when they were staged in Barcelona and the high dive was set against the backdrop of the city – a truly magnificent vista for the sport.
Then up popped Mr Mercury and Ms Caballe on today’s randomly-selected minidisc, crooning the song that I have to fight hard not to cry over whenever I hear it.
And London Bridge is not overly-convenient for a weep.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:51 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
