For SEVEN long years we’ve had the build-up to hosting the Olympics.
A large part of the UK seemed totally fed up with hearing about this event, which was many years/months/weeks in the future. News reports telling us about this and about that. They’d reached saturation point. I must admit that I’ve been looking forward to it for months.
I LOVE sport.
If watching sport on television was an Olympic event, I think I could compete. Maybe not win GOLD, but I could give it a good shot. I’ve always enjoyed watching the Olympics and I do take pride when an athlete wearing a Team GB vest competes in anything. Put a bunch of different sports together, cram them in to a couple of weeks with dawn until dusk coverage and you get my vote.
Over the last few weeks I’ve been looking forward to the start of the games. One of the main reasons is I am off work for a couple of weeks. Since the end of June I’ve been working flat-out. We’re still a team member down and I’ve not had many times when it hasn’t seemed manic. Glad for a rest and hopefully get back to some writing.
Anyway, for the first time I watched the whole opening ceremony of any Olympic games. I don’t know what you thought: Brits did you feel proud? Non-Brits did you enjoy our show?
For once, I’m proud to be a Brit.
I really enjoyed the spectacle, though at times things seemed to take WAY too long. I loved the way each team contributed one of the petals for the flame. Classy.
I have more planning to do before Camp NaNo starts next week and a LOT of sport to watch.
I hope you enjoy the games.
Thanks for reading.