Okay Paula, you need to finish this one. You don't need to win it, it's okay if you come second or third just as long as you come in ahead of all the nutters in fancy dress.
Apparently, her decision to run the 10,000 metres in the Olympics was a brave one. If that's the case then the bravest decision I have ever made was that time I decided I didn't need to bother with sun-tan lotion just before I fell asleep on that nudist beach in Spain. The doctors and nurses in the local hospital's Genital Burns Unit were so moved by my braveness that they could barely breathe for laughing.
Maybe Radcliffe has determined that the way to the hearts of British sports fans is to be a failure. We all like winners, but they're soon forgotten. Look at Steve Redgrave, he's won five gold medals but if you saw him in the pub and he was all on his own, which let's face it is quite likely, you'd leg it or do whatever it takes to get out of having to listen to hours and hours of boring, monotonous droning about rowing. Redgrave is probably our best ever Olympian, but in another few decades time, most people will have longer lasting and fonder memories of Eddie "The Mongol" Edwards, whose laughably poor attempts at ski-jumping brought shame and embarrassment to the whole of Britain.