Guest Editor Mark Harris writes:
I’m fed up.
With just days to go until the start of ‘The Games’, things are really heating up in London. ‘Thank God!’ I hear you say. A weather report at the weekend said that one area of England had a total of 1 hour of sunshine in June. Aaaah!
Sorry, I’ve been sidetracked, let me get back to what I wanted to say. The Olympics. It’s only in the last couple of weeks I’ve really noticed that London is about to host the biggest sporting event in the world. Sure, the flags have been up, the bunting is hanging out and the signage is everywhere, but it’s the general chit-chat amongst people and the talk filling the airwaves that’s taken my attention. But not in good way.
It now seems all anyone does is moan or endlessly bash the Olympics, and it’s very boring. Sure, there have been some shocking decisions and hiccups (much like the video below), but it’s not these big issues that bother me. It’s the fact that if you talk to anyone, all they seem to say is what a bloody inconvenience it all is or how they won’t be happy until we fail.
Take last night’s Evening Standard as an example: ‘Welcome to London’ was the ironic headline. The article then went on to say how in one day, one athlete had a bag lost at Heathrow, and one 2012 bus took a wrong turn. Woooooohh! So bloody what? Is this really the best we can come up with?
So, that’s it. I’m not talking to anyone about the “O” until everyone’s attitudes change.