You know you're suffering Olympic burnout if.....

You've decided on a name for your next child - Cathy if its a girl, Pieter if it's a boy.

You know there will be plenty of tickets to the Friday night screening of Hollow Man, but you feel strangely compelled to start queuing on Wednesday.

You've had your driver's license laminated and you are wearing it around your neck on a yellow ribbon.

"Darling, can you put out the rubbish?" "Oi! Oi! Oi!"

You don't know the entire Lithuanian national anthem, but you are pretty sure the first line is "Lithuania, our homeland, you are the land of heroes."

You have tried hypnotism, heavy drugs and three days in confinement, but you still can't get Absolutely Everybody, Carry the Flame and Dare to Dream out of your head.

You've worked out how the cycling points race works - only eight days after the cycling points race finished.

You've been caught watching handball.

"First stop Redfern..." "Oi! Oi! Oi!"

You've seen so much of John Howard sitting in the front row that the other night you had a dream you actually voted for him.

You know you have to go back to work next Tuesday, but you can't remember if you are a dental hygienist or an undertaker.

In the last week you've bought several pairs of bone pants.

You're thinking of taking up jogging in your lunch hour because hey, Athens is only four years away.

No matter how much you try, you can't forget what Eddie McGuire sounds like.

"Now boarding at gate 3." "Oi! Oi! Oi!"

You open your bag for inspection and take the metal objects from your pockets in a dish when you pass through your own front door.

You have a favourite trampolinist.

Of course you haven't forgotten the kids names. They're ummm, Tony, Kylie - I think - and, ahhh, the small one with the freckles.

You slipped on a nose peg down at the local pool when nobody was looking and tried to see if you could do the splits under water.

"Would you like fries with that?" "Oi! Oi! Oi!"