As the only event that seems to have lasted longer than the Labour leadership race comes to a close, I say farewell the Rio olympics with a heavy heart.
Whether it was people suggestively reading books on the Copacabana, American athletes kicking in doors whilst drunk and then claiming to have been mugged, or even the prime minister of Japan dressing up as a portly plumber and emerging from a pipe during the closing ceremony - Rio 2016 has been a more than welcome distraction from the usual depressing death and destruction we've been presented with over the past months.
It may be a bloated, over the top and corrupt institution (not to mention the fact that golf is now recognised as an olympic sport. Golf! It's barely even a hobby) but the olympics is nevertheless a celebration of internationalism, and the only acceptable forum to wave a national flag around as far as I'm concerned.
Now all eyes are on Tokyo 2020, where Super Abe will hopefully be able to preside over something even more spectacular than the BBC's Dan Walker being ambushed by a hen do on live television. And hopefully they'll have got rid of the bloody golf as well...
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