At this point, I started to sense that I’d lost it. “Seb Coe should have lit it,” I was instructed. I ran my objections to this preposterous suggestion rapidly though my head and decided a gentle head-shake was the wisest response. This got picked up. “I know you’re not interested, but can’t you find anything positive to say about the Olympics?” I was asked angrily.
Later on, we watched some boxing. “I really don’t like boxing,” I said, going on to explain that I’d been quite good at it at prep school because I’d been forced to be. “Well, we do,” I was told. “I know you don’t like sport, because you’re more interested in music and stuff like that.”
The fight could have started then; but I thought of Wittgenstein and kept my silence. So now you know. I’m the guy who isn’t interested in sport because he likes music.