My new lease of life from Great Britain's Olympic Success

I was a late starter to the 2012 Olympics which was curious considering I was standing there in the House of Commons back in the day when London was announced as the winner. Back in another time zone.

I was on the road during the lavish opening ceremony. Since then I have caught about half an hour of the American women's volleyball team, including the sight of a 6 ft 8 woman, and about 10 seconds of the backsides of the Australian women's water polo team. Neither experience was too shabby.

Fortunately I found the remote control that the kids had hidden so as the TV could be stuck on the Disney Channel on Saturday and since then it's been an Olympic riot.

I was in time for Super Saturday, the best day in British Olympic history since 1908 when Jessica Ennis won the heptathlon by beating the competition over 800 metres, then 20 minutes later Greg Rutherford triumphed in the long jump. Mo Farah finished off the amazing afternoon with a gold in the 10,000m.

There were some other golds in obscure sports such as cycling and the egg and spoon race.

Since then I've been on an Olympic roll and not a Swiss roll either. Andy Murray inexplicably beat the Swiss Maestro Roger Federer at Wimbledon and superb, smashing whatever Sunday followed Saturday.

Half way through the game I was engaging in some unsportsman-like behavior, yelling and stomping round the room and teaching the two year-old the term "Swiss wanker," which is a useful one to know if you ever find yourself stranded on Zurich station without a cukoo clock's idea when the next train is coming.

As someone who spends most of his life surrounded by professional slugs, I'm pleased to say Britain's Olympic success has reinvigorated for for a few hours at least. We are so used to being a nation of also-rans that it's strange to be out in front. One more beer and I'll turn into Charlie Sheen, twitching and muttering "winning."

It's high time to find some British pride and to remember this was the nation that invented the flushing toilet - perhaps electricity too, although my daughter tells me that was an American called Thomas Jefferson.

On to the next - gold medal that is.