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| Beautiful Tower Bridge by night - Olympics ready |
I don’t think I can love London any more right now. The
friendly chatter with random strangers, police men and women happy to talk
about their day, so many overseas visitors creating a cacophony of accents, the
incessant clicking noise of cameras taking photos, the banter, the camaraderie, the sense of
community.
And all because of what is essentially a giant sports day taking place.
The London 2012 Olympic Games is upon us and I'm beyond
excited. There, I've said it. In fact I've been saying it for a while to the
point of embarrassment. And yes I understand the arguments about the expense,
the waste, how the money spent would have been more useful on things such as
medical research, schools etc. I probably agree with most of these! But for the
opportunity of a once in a lifetime, never to happen again experience, I say do
it anyway. Lob the flame throwers at me now!
I’ve always loved the Olympic Games. It reminds me of my
childhood glued to the TV cheering on random sports folk ranging from Daley
Thomson, Carl Lewis, Greg Louganis (remember him cracking his head on the
diving board?!), Seb before he became a Lord Coe, Michael Phelps, Fatima
Whitbread, Sean Kerly....
The man wearing the jet pack propeller at the LA Games,
Kylie in Sydney, the traffic chaos in Atlanta, the heat in Athens, the
Americans not turning up in Moscow...
I'll stop now. I'm beginning to sound like a geek. I know
that I will never experience anything like this in my lifetime. To be able to see hard work, dedication, focus and positivity in sporting glory. The purpose
of having go - making the effort and trying. Cheesier than
gorgonzola, a walking cliché, a marketer's dream. I fall for the hype and I'm a
sentimental fool but I don't care. I'm off to watch the opening ceremony. I wonder who's lighting the cauldron?
Go Team GB and let the Games begin!
photo by shewithcapitalV
