London Olympics: 10 days to go

To the beach (London, July 2012)

There is no doubt that this is London’s year.

There is no doubt either that this will go down as one of the very worse summers EVER.

Rain, rain and more rain.

London is soaked, bruised and battered.

“At a media briefing on Tuesday Lord Coe also said that the wet weather was “a problem and is causing us extra challenges” in particular at the equestrian venue of Greenwich Park and the Eton Dorney rowing and canoeing venue. 

He advised spectators to “bring wellies” to cope with the saturated ground.” (Source: BBC News)

It’s getting harder and harder to remain optimistic and I find myself wishing the summer away.

And so thank you. Thank you. Whoever you are.

I came across your sign a few days ago and it made me smile.

Yes. You see, even when you’re down, London does this to you.

Sheer humour. Just around the corner.

Which is why I found Matthew Norman’s article not particularly helpful. In fact, I took the attack personally. A bit like when someone has a go at your dear old slightly batty nan.

“Behind all the fancy make-up London is a raddled, wrinkled, crumbly old tart.

You can plaster on all the slap in the world, but at close quarters this town is an ancient hag, with its Victorian Tube system, rickety infrastructure and main airport that cannot handle the influx. We desperately wanted to get through the Olympics with the tarted-up veneer intact, but the rains came and the mascara started to run.

I’ll admit it.

When it was announced that the games were coming to London, I grumbled. Fearful of the impact they would have on my life. Fearful that we’d make a mess of it.

We’re lucky to be living in what is without a doubt, one of the very best cities in the world.

Every now and then, yes it’s true, it’s frustrating.

I get it.

Take the transport system for example. When it works, it works. When it doesn’t, it truly doesn’t. It doesn’t just stumble; it collapses. Pure misery.

But that’s London. It’s part of its charm. And it gives us something to talk about during coffee breaks.

But the games are here now.

The athletes are arriving.

So. Chin up.

Now is the time to pull together and show unity.

“I think we are still the [sic] last moment before curtain up, and there is a bit of pre-curtain up jitters and casting around for things to talk about.”

I think you’re right Boris.

Now let’s get on with it, so we can all go back to normal.

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