At the start of this year I was really determined not
to be a complete stereotype and be negative about the Olympics coming to That London. But with the last six months being full of negative publicity it's been an uphill struggle to stay optimistic. Travel advice has done the most scaremongering, telling everybody to get the hell out of London or at the very least stay at home because of an invasion of foreign spectators. (According to the travel advice signs on my road, between the 27th of July and 9th of September it's OK for me to leave my house, so long as I don't then turn right. Or left.)
As it happened, of course, the scaremongering was just that and travel's been fine. In fact the only negative effect so far has been on businesses because customers have been scared away from pubs and restaurants: The West End seems back to normal but last time I was in Greenwich it was still quieter than usual so if you're coming to an Equestrian event try and grab a coffee or pop into the market on your way. But the games themselves have been great so far, and as of this morning Team GB has already equaled the 19 gold medals they got in Beijing. Even I've been getting involved in the whole thing. Can't imagine why. In totally unrelated news, here's a couple of photos of one of our gold medalists, Greg Rutherford (long jump.)
Yes, he'd do.