Going broke going for gold

James Trimble.
James Trimble.

I hope everyone’s excited about next month’s Commonwealth Games.

Like an expensive dinner at a posh nosh place, you better savour every last morsel and lick the plate clean because it’s costing a helluvva lotta money.

Organisers of Glasgow 2014 have reportedly exhausted their £46 million back-up fund and have now been forced to use emergency cash reserves after clearing out the £563 million - let’s roll our tongue over that again - the £563 million fund.

Costly issues with transport, logistics and venues for the games have drained the vault faster than a wind-assisted saunter by Usain Bolt and, like the Scottish football team’s bid to qualify for this year’s World Cup, the cash has disappeared in the blink of an eye.

While £100 million of this is being met by good old sponsorship, merchandising and ticket sales, the rest of the wad is being collected from the pockets of Scottish tax payers.

Spending a squillion squid on a sporting event at a time when families in the Falkirk area are relying on food handouts to live?

I admit to being in two minds about this - on the one hand I find it obscene, but on the other I find it reprehensible. Maybe I can find some middle ground between these views and find the whole thing obscenely reprehensible.

They bang on about ‘Commonwealth Spirit’, but if the Commonwealth Games was truly about the joy of sport they would surely cut out all the costly razzamatazz, hire Grangemouth Stadium, get some orange squash from Asda and book athletes into a Travelodge.

Then we could move the moola to where it is needed most.