Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I'm only worried about him getting his kidneys chilled....
Or should that be Mr Phelps?
I know you've won more gold medals than anyone else and you might have snogged 'our' Stephanie Rice (well, somebody has to) and apparently you'll be appearing on Saturday Night Live and you've been in a Disneyland Parade, but there's something that really concerns me. Well, bugs me a little. Actually, it makes me anxious and somewhat nervous, and for someone who has the wing span of a sperm whale and feet like flippers, it might be time to think about us, the viewers, of your Olympic feats.
So, Michael - Mr Phelps - Can you go an old girl a favour, and pull your swimmers up a bit higher?
I feel so uncomfortable that one day you'll hoik your arms up in victory a tiny bit too eagerly and your 'ol American bald eagle will pop out and get the medal hung on it instead....
Just think about it, and get back to me. I'm sure Speedo make a variety of bathers that nudge the bellybutton level.
Trust me, you'll thank me for it later.