Now, I want a bow, not a pistol

Olympics today

Today's events include the women's 10 m air pistol shooting. After those air rifles, I'm looking forward to seeing what the pistols look like. They've got to be huge, futuristic, with enough bells and whistles to make gadget heads drool.

In the sailing it's the men's finn, the men's star and the women's Elliot 6 m. It's the men's individual sabre in the fencing. Individual. I've got a mental picture of team fencing, where there's the main, head-on swordsman, and the sneaky little guy with a dagger operating around the fringes. Or team fencing with twenty and thirty a-side games. Great battlefields of them. Sabre sounds brutal, too. Epee, foil, they sound delicate. All speed of hand and thought, lightning reactions and cut and thrust. Are sabres what pirates used to carry? Great curved blades, designed so that the hit stay that way?

I'm looking forward to the men's individual baseball bat and knuckleduster, and the jet-ski racing, in the Essex arena.

Actually, that's a bit disappointing. Definitely on the cowboy end of the Cowboys and Aliens spectrum. After the rifles, it's almost bell and whistle-free. Thank goodness for the archery, where there's this:

Not this:

How does she do it?

BLISS is on the train up to town (and back) today. Without a book! How can she even think about it? OK with someone, but not on your own, surely?

I can't contemplate travelling on any form of public transport without earphones in, book to bury my head in, and, were it allowed, a t-shirt reading: “No. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want you to talk loud enough for me to hear. Preferably, don't talk at all. Mr Bing Bong? You can stick your station announcements where the sun don't shine. For my approach to children, see Half Man, Half Biscuit's Surging Out of Convalescence...If I wanted nutters I'd be a mental ward nurse. I'm not. If I wanted kids or old folk I'd teach or do geriatric stuff. Nope, neither of those. In fact, if I had to do anything caring in nature, it'd be animal related. Strange as it may seen, left in this bubble, I am serene and happy, and entirely self sufficient. Now. Foxtrot Oscar.”

How can she be so serene and happy with all that outside input. The Envy-ometer is off the scale.

A win!

We're unbeaten this season. On Sundays. Played one, won one.