It’s the middle of August.  The circus has left town (for a couple of weeks at least), the sun’s come out and everyone’s on holiday.  It’s perfect silly season time.

Except it isn’t.  Admittedly the Olympics have played a role in filling reams of newspapers over the last few weeks, but otherwise there’s a real dearth of traditional lightweight summer news.

In previous years we’ve enjoyed Cat Bin Lady and old school metal bands unveiling their own range of wine, but all we’ve had so far is a couple of politicians with dodgy shoe choices (and for once it’s not Theresa May).  Even on today of all days, the perennial favourite, Sexy A Levels website, has given up the ghost.

I suppose it is a good thing that we’re managing to concentrate on serious news in this inter-Olympic lull, but I for one am missing the August silliness.  For everyone else who’s pining with me, we’ll just have to make do with some gorillas instead.