It’s not because I'm competing. I'm not. Nor, as far as I know, has there been any suggestion of putting ground-to-air missiles on the Stockbridge rooftops. I'm not worried about the G4S saga either. A giant global party with all those beautiful, lithe athletes and not a bouncer in sight? That could be fun.
No, what's fraying my nerves is the tragic fate awaiting those hapless employees who, for the duration of the games, have been commanded to Work From Home.
