I didn't like the idea of the surge of cash at others expense that
surrounded the Olympics, but when the time came, I was far too excited for the
games to exercise my cynicism during those few weeks.
As the hot dirty London sun beat down on the some 8 million occupants of
this glorious capital city, we received 450'000 extras during the run of the
games, with - get this - 500'000 daily visitors. Oh, wow. London got steamy
with excitement. I admit, myself, along with numerous others, were a bit
frightened at how busy it might be. I imagined London to turn into the first 4
chapters of a good dystopian novel. Dystopia was nowhere to be found.
The opening ceremony knocked my colleagues and I out of our seats and
onto the tables. We had a screening in our office, which was accompanied by
beers, laughing and excessive cheering.
I enjoyed cycling through Olympic lanes on day one, because I felt like
I could. I don't have a license plate, and you can't catch me TFL. Naughty?
My excitement levels finally went through the roof when I got myself to
an Olympic event. I was even happier that I could share it with So Cal and Nor
Cal. We woke up excited, ran around into each other’s rooms saying everything
and nothing and finally left feeling outfit appropriate. I couldn't believe
that after the cynicism I exercised in the spring after agreeing wildly with
Ian Sinclair and Ghost Milk, that I was giddy and literally running towards the
Olympic themed goodness. Who cares about Glaxosmithkline? Who cares about
that awful logo? To be a part of the Olympics, as a spectator was just
thrilling. I asked my mother to watch out for me on TV. So well organised, so
much fun, so much enthusiasm! Most commendable were the London 2012 staff. They
were delightful. I, along with the rest of the city’s' occupants were
pleasantly surprised with the way that the games were handled. Bravo London.
I'm not a sports fan. I watched Phelps and Lochte thrash it, I was
surprised when I caught myself off the chair (Californian influence no doubt). I
was almost tearful for the Yorkshire brothers and big up GB and the cycling
massive! The spirit of the games was just unavoidable. Let's not forget the
medal table! My identity crisis showed its true colours when I bragged about
Iran beating most other nations and then after a beer or two yelling 'GB' in a
most laddish manner.
I made absolute sure that I watched the closing ceremony, even though I
was visiting my Brother in Spain at the time. The most watched televised program
ever in the US. Lenon brought a tear to my eye, everything was perfect.
Everything was spectacular. I love the olympics and I love London
Naturally, the return of girl power only induced more serotonin and
subsequently, squealing - much to my brother’s surprise and entertainment.
Hooray London 2012!
Good luck Rio, you have an awful lot to live
up to.. Team GB and I will wait for you to spice up our lives.
