The Winter Olympics are coming soon to Sochi, Russia and like all Good Canadians, we are waiting with baited breath. That is a bald-faced lie of course, we do not give a red-circled damn about the Olympics.
Our man on the Olympic Games, Mason Baveux, has recovered from his recent bout of what he calls the “shakey-jakes” from industrial-grade drinking over the holiday season. Unfortunately he got bronchitis from his nephew “The Arsehole” who came to visit and Mason had to stand a two week course of codeine-based cough syrup consumption to keep his lungs in his body. We suspect the combination of Benyln and Blue contributed to the shakey-jakes, but Mason assures us he is in fighting trim to cover the Olympics for us:
Ise been watchin the tube in this here ramp up to the Olys Davey, just so you know and Ise ready to give’er, you know, with them sporty commentatin insights. Looks like we’re about as ready as we’ll ever be.
We await the opening ceremonies with a mixture of fear and sleeplessness and for Mason’s first missive.