
On the way home from dinner last night Craig was afraid we were going to miss the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics.

Rushing home we turn on the tube to experience the athletes running on the field to Just Can't Get Enough. I point out that this would normally be a crime against music, but it's Europe.

As the ceremonies turned to the absolutely fucking surreal, we witness a strange cross between Cirque Du Soleil, Muppets on Ice, and last week's Superbowl Halftime.

Craig turns to me and utters the quote of the week:
"This is gayer than when they had gay orgies at the Olympics."