I know it's not cool to say, but OUR OLYMPIC HEROES, PRAISE BE AND ALL GLORY TO THE HOY tend to sit right on the corner of dull and weird. Like, sport's fun and OLYMPIC EXCELLENCE, BRITAIN'S GOLD BONANZA, PRAISE BE AND MAY THE SUN FOREVER SHINE ON ENNIS-HILL is impressive but ultimately it's a bit pointless and if you're devoting 16 hours a day of the prime of your life to one niche sport without even the guarantee of a huge stack of cash then you're basically a sexier trainspotter. Pretty much every OLYMPIC HERO, PRAISE BE BOTH NEAR AND FARAH who's been on Strictly has been a blank faced nice enough type who danced pretty well and that was about all you could say about them really. No interesting personalities because in between the 5am starts, the macrobiotic protein diets, the blood doping and the ice baths they never got the chance to develop one.
The exception being, of course, Victoria Pendleton. What a spectacular flaming mess of insanity she was. I was voting for her 10 times every week just to see how wide-eyed and furious she could get and how much she'd spasm at each THIS GIRL from Brendan. Tense viewing of a sort you never really see nowadays, that was. Lovely stuff.