Came down to the kitchen on Sunday morning and saw the snow – the best snow we’ve had in London for ages. I went out and checked the consistency, big wet flakes – perfect for snowballs. Sure enough the local kids were having a field day.
Unfortunately for her I had T staying with me at the time. She’s one of my best friends and over from New York but had left on a Friday where temperatures were hitting 17 degrees. Now she’s in the heaviest snowfall London’s had since 1991 and was feeling the chill. An urgent search then followed for thermals and thick socks.
While T went out to be fabulous, something she does very well, I was over to a friend’s to watch the grand prix. Hamilton lost it early on (has he fallen prey to second season syndrome one wonders) but the main entertainment of the day was provided by the London Olympic torch procession. It was car crash television.
Any possible propaganda value to be had from running the torch was lost by having it encircled by heavyset Chinese security guards, then bobbies in florescent jackets and the black garb encircling a flicking flame.
Duncan Goodhue earned himself a place in the ‘clueless of the world’ book by saying the protestors should have stayed away because the Olympics was all about sport and not politics. If that’s the case Duncan why don’t we eschew all the pomp, let the athletes turn up in what they fancy and just compete? The Olympics is all about nationalism, commerce and making a buck – and probably has been since the 1936 games.
