Q: “Mr Tweddle, tell us what you’ve been going through this week.”Well done that man!
A: “I’ve been laying a patio.”
I wouldn't want you to think I'm against any emotional involvement in sport - in fact, my favourite television moment of the Games so far is the candid shot of Denise Lewis - so composed and calm on camera a few minutes earlier - leaping up and down with excitement as she watched the athletics from the BBC's studio window.
Those trackside interviews, though, are another matter - "How tough was it for you?" "How did you feel when...?" - with innermost feelings paraded for the delectation and vicarious pleasure of viewers, giving the coverage a horribly voyeuristic quality.
And how can we fully share the victor's elation - as the BBC's triumphalist presentation invites us to do, emotive music and all - when it has come at the expense of all the other competitors? Every time we watch someone win, we've seen at least one other person lose.
I appreciate that I am not entering fully into the spirit of things, but, while I can understand the exuberance of some of the interviewees, we at the Tavern salute Mr Tweddle for reminding us that hyperbole and 'sharing' should always be optional.
Mr Tweddle, toast of the week, your very good health!