Sunday morning saw “The greatest and most popular Marathon on earth” take place on the streets of our fair capital. I find the term “greatest and most popular marathon on earth” a bit misleading though. Firstly, it implies that it’s great. When in actual fact, it isn’t. Far from it. It’s a truly dire spectator sport, right up there with bowls and croquet, and a fucking dreadful misery to complete yourself. In fact, it’s a bit like calling Guantanamo Bay “The most popular alleged-terrorist holding facility on earth”. Perhaps factually correct, but misleading nonetheless.

I watched it for a little while during the morning. Not so that I could warm the cockles of my heart as the self-promoting do-gooders raised countless pennies for charidee, but in the vain hope that I’d see some C-list celebrity break down crying or have some sort of coronary episode. I would’ve even settled for a Paula Radcliffe style I-absolutely-positively-must-have-a-shit-right-now moment.

Unfortunately I got to see none of this during my hour in front the TV. Instead, I had to settle for commentators trying to get a quote from the running C-Listers. (more…)

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