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patentdragonOkay, it's all over now. The London 2012 Olympics have come to an end, and what an ending - a disappointing ending, that is...
There are two sides to the whole discussion - those pro-London 2012, those against, and sometimes venomously so. That's not what I'm going to write about here - I'm one of those in the middle, who end up herded into one camp or the other, as a "typical British whinger" or a "wind-up clapping monkey, gleefully doing your masters' bidding and applauding their 'only for the rich' projects". I loved the Games. I thought the opening ceremony was brilliant, after harbouring fears that it would be just like our Bejing "presentation" - hollow, and painfully "British", all bicycles and double-deckers. The closing ceremony? Let's just say I haven't used Twitter so much in at least a year, and most of that was retweeting comments by others just as unimpressed by proceedings as Yours Truly. Somehow, we managed to channel that Bejing abortion, and the necromancy theme could not have been more evident than when they wheeled out (quite literally) those abominations that are The "Girl Power" Pop Group That Must Not Be Named.
Oh, and there's now a new name on my Hate-List. "That Thingy J Woman" - yeah the one who was sadly chosen to take Freddie Mercury's place when Queen went into "We Will Rock You". Where was Russell Watson when you need him - an operatic voice who can do more popular material when the need arises (the Enterprise theme, for example)...?
It just wasn't a night for wishful thinking.
I have enjoyed these Olympics SO MUCH that I was expecting to be in tears as the flame was extinguished - and those would've been tears of sadness, not the tears of frustration and embarrassment that the closing ceremony came close to producing. Yes, I know I can't have everything "my way", and that you have to take all ages and generations into consideration... but last night, the organisers didn't do the audience that courtesy. Anyone over thirty didn't seem to have been invited, until Brian May, Eric (Did he really get the "life's a piece of shit" line in?) Idle and The Who showed up. And as for any other form of british music, well, forget it, 'casue this event seemed to suggest that Britain rose, fully-formed like Venus, from the waves just before The Beatles got going...
*sighs* I'm finished with this matter. Sadly, the "warm glow" of Olympic excitement appears to have been as thoroughly extinguished as the flame, and not just by the astonishingly abrupt return to "traditional British Summer weather" - grey, windy, rain; all conspicuous by their absence over the last two weeks.
I will be delighted to set foot in the Olympic Park for the Paralympic swimming in just under three weeks. Maybe I can recapture some of the joy then. I may be in desperate need of it...
Until then, it's back to work, back to writing - and a rock solid guarantee that a story WILL be posted in the week leading up to Operation Haphazard!
There are two sides to the whole discussion - those pro-London 2012, those against, and sometimes venomously so. That's not what I'm going to write about here - I'm one of those in the middle, who end up herded into one camp or the other, as a "typical British whinger" or a "wind-up clapping monkey, gleefully doing your masters' bidding and applauding their 'only for the rich' projects". I loved the Games. I thought the opening ceremony was brilliant, after harbouring fears that it would be just like our Bejing "presentation" - hollow, and painfully "British", all bicycles and double-deckers. The closing ceremony? Let's just say I haven't used Twitter so much in at least a year, and most of that was retweeting comments by others just as unimpressed by proceedings as Yours Truly. Somehow, we managed to channel that Bejing abortion, and the necromancy theme could not have been more evident than when they wheeled out (quite literally) those abominations that are The "Girl Power" Pop Group That Must Not Be Named.
Oh, and there's now a new name on my Hate-List. "That Thingy J Woman" - yeah the one who was sadly chosen to take Freddie Mercury's place when Queen went into "We Will Rock You". Where was Russell Watson when you need him - an operatic voice who can do more popular material when the need arises (the Enterprise theme, for example)...?
It just wasn't a night for wishful thinking.
I have enjoyed these Olympics SO MUCH that I was expecting to be in tears as the flame was extinguished - and those would've been tears of sadness, not the tears of frustration and embarrassment that the closing ceremony came close to producing. Yes, I know I can't have everything "my way", and that you have to take all ages and generations into consideration... but last night, the organisers didn't do the audience that courtesy. Anyone over thirty didn't seem to have been invited, until Brian May, Eric (Did he really get the "life's a piece of shit" line in?) Idle and The Who showed up. And as for any other form of british music, well, forget it, 'casue this event seemed to suggest that Britain rose, fully-formed like Venus, from the waves just before The Beatles got going...
*sighs* I'm finished with this matter. Sadly, the "warm glow" of Olympic excitement appears to have been as thoroughly extinguished as the flame, and not just by the astonishingly abrupt return to "traditional British Summer weather" - grey, windy, rain; all conspicuous by their absence over the last two weeks.
I will be delighted to set foot in the Olympic Park for the Paralympic swimming in just under three weeks. Maybe I can recapture some of the joy then. I may be in desperate need of it...
Until then, it's back to work, back to writing - and a rock solid guarantee that a story WILL be posted in the week leading up to Operation Haphazard!
