Because Friday night is Music Night: the very best of British.
A slightly indulgent interlude, dear reader. I did think that the Great British (none of your “Team GB” colonialisms here) cycling team were a rather tasty outfit, but tonight even my socks are blown off. We’re two days into the cycling programme, the Golds are coming in, Sir Chris Hoy has scorched his way to two world records and his fifth cycling Gold, the men’s pursuit team has Gold and a world record, Victoria Pendleton has bagged Gold in the keirin for a swansong, making up for a technical fault and relegation yesterday, but even then she broke the world record. I’m sitting here trying to think of a British cyclist who’s been on the track and who hasn’t yet broken a world record. This is not only Top Stuff, it’s Top Stuff with a trail of broken Aussies and Germans littering the track. It just does not get any better than that.