Olympic Confusion

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.