Must admit this had the opposite effect on me. We applied slightly half heartedly for one or two things in the first round, predicatably got nothing, and am now so fed up of all those overboiled over-zealous marketing emails with my name misspelt that I consigned the latest one straight to trash. Partly, I admit, because the sheer logistics and expense of actually getting there from here are too awful to contemplate, partly because there are 5 of us and partly because I have now become rather 'bah humbug' about the whole thing and rather glad I will be out of the country for most of it.
The biggest smile I had was that the beach volleyball players have asked not to wear bikinis in case they aren't taken seriously as sports women. Apparently MPs have block booked a whole lot of tickets as the 'beach' is handy for Westminster. Glad to hear they won't be distracted from the serious business of running the country by a load of scantily clad young ladies.
Bondgirl, however will you decide who will miss out on the sight of those men in little leotard things as they heave and strain...apparently they all get haemorrhoids almost spontaneously from doing that?