I used to love watching the Olympic games but now the commentary is so stultifying I have to mute the TV. As with the news, factual reporting and intelligent conversation is trumped by supercilious trivialities.
I started to make a list of the ridiculous things said by the commentators, but I gave up. It was becoming too long. I was particularly offended by the presumption of some of them who felt inclined to tell us how the athletes were thinking and/or feeling.
The commentary is a positive festival of clichés; every time the speakers open their mouths they reveal a shocking dearth of originality. Sure, they’re under pressure, but it’s not a hugely demanding job. The sentimentality is lethal; the compensatory euphemisms offered to those who fail to win a medal are as offensive.
The medium is terrified of silence. The constant barrage of dialogue makes it challenging to develop your own original thoughts about all you see; it’s insulting.
But the visuals and the performances of the athletes are compelling. Everyone involved in the technical aspects of the broadcasting are delivering on a par with the athletes. Sometimes you feel like you are in the pool with them; you almost feel the puffs of dust that come from the calcium on the hands of the gymnasts.
On walks lately, I’ve seen several remarkable cars…..
|This little collection of perfume bottles is on the dashboard|
of the gold Porche pictured below.