My fleeting interest in winter sports is at it's highest point. We have won a medal!!! It makes me proud to be a person who is ashamed about their nationality. I am so overjoyed I even considering single handedly reclaiming the flag from the far right and start waving it. And that is so good for a country that doesn't really know what "cold" is. And I'm not including, "It's freezing out there, I've had to put my gloves on and spray Tesco own brand de-icer on the car" as cold. I'm talking shovelling snow from 06:30 to 08:00 and still being left with more snow on the drive than when you started.

So we have come second in the skeleton! Apparently we entered Posh Spice who lost to Nicole Ritchie in a two out of three fall Texas Death match. We would've come third but Paris Hilton was too busy talking on her diamond encrusted Blackberry. All joking aside, It's hardly a surprise that we won a medal in an event that involves using a modified tea tray. After all we built an empire on the back of having a nice cup of tea and a sit down. That was until Ghandi decided he'd prefer coffee.

I enjoy the Winter Olympics, the best bits are laughing at silly named Finnish snow boarders and waiting for figure skaters to fall flat on their faces. Although fair play to Shelley Rudman of Pewsey in Wiltshire, she's done very well. Have you ever noticed how the Winter Olympics seems to be whiter than white? And I can't imagine that Shelly is using her passion for the skeleton to help get her off the mean streets of Pewsey - where the poor are those who can't afford a new Land Rover and two Holidays every year. It's just something about the leisure pursuit of snowboarding and skiing that seems to say spoilt little rich kid.

But I'll let her off because she's also beautiful. She may have had trouble getting the money together to appear at this year's Winter Olympics but I imagine the FHM shoot will pay for the next trip.

I sit back and watch the BBC interview with her, a tear coming to my eye. She is talking about how she dealt with the nerves in between runs, she had some words of advice from coach Michael Grunberger, and her boyfriend and ......... Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, my interest in sliding down an icy slope on a reinforced bran flakes box has disappeared. Now I better find that tennis racket, it's nearly time for Wimbledon.