26 miles, 385 yards for what?

Although not something I've ever personally been interested in, it's the weekend of the London Marathon. Over 3 hours of watching people dressed up as chickens, dildos or assorted movie characters running until they bust a gut has never appealed to me. The only entertaining part is when the runners have to pass through crack-den infested council estates, being eyed up by gangs of hoodies who'd quite fancy a new pair of adidas trainers, as it happens. Then you see how fast they can really run. It goes from a jog and a wave at a camera to the charge of the bloody Light Brigade!