Luge behaviour.

We watched some Winter Olympics last night. Obviously the organisers forgot to order the wintery weather to go along with the winter theme - it was piddling it down with rain when I tuned in. I hear that Colwyn Bay are bidding for the 2018 Winter Olympics, part of their proposal involves 125 million tonnes of snow being bought on ebay.

The lugeing had me fascinated though - man, you've got to have big balls to do that kind of thing. Or perhaps not, you do want to be aerodynamically streamlined and have a low centre of gravity. The whole thing looks monstrous - porky grown men hurling themselves down a cresta run on a tea tray. How on earth do you discover an aptitude for doing the luge? You might do a spot of sledging every third year we get enough snow in the UK, but you've really got to see the luge and want the luge to do the luge. Sitting in the social bar of a luge club in Britain must be lonely - one guy with a lemonade and lime, sat there in his thermal unitard. And even then you only get to see all of your luge friends every four years.

Nice, though, for them to be superstars at the Winter Olympics - because no-one cares the other three-and-a-half years about ice-skating or luge or bobsleds or that thing where they sweep the ice and play bowls. This is their moment. Let's hope the rain holds off.