Sport by torchlight

I'm a junkie. I can't help myself. I try to resist but I know it'll get the better of me. Nothing for ages. Years even. And then Blam! it's got me. Overdose. This time round it's going to be worse. I can feel it. Feel the need. No sleep; bad food; drink, too. Addiction. It's a strange phenomenon this Olympics business. Normally I couldn't give two hoots whether anyone triple jumps over the sandpit or triple dives perfectly from the top board. 'Archery, schmarchery,' I say as I go about my