The most offensive aspect to this particular Games, is the fervor with which the ‘brand’ police and their lawyers go after the butcher who has the olympic rings made in sausages in his window; the granny who knit a pullover with olympic rings on it, to sell at the church bazaar, and the Olympic Supermarket which had to change its name for the event. (show me an area anywhere with a large Greek community that doesn’t have an Olympic Supermarket).

God Bless the Brits, you still have your sense of humour.