So, it’s finally here.
The 2012 (pronounced twenty-twelve y’all) London Summer Olympics.
Can I get a squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?
I’m not sure why, but I do love me some Olympics. Maybe it’s because track and swimming were sports that I always did well in at school. Not to brag because nobody likes a bragger, but I understand that my middle school high jump record still stands today. *cough, cough*
We’ve had quite a bit of build-up at work about it which got me all pumped up too … like I needed it. And, again, I won’t brag because nobody likes a bragger, but I even got to hold an Olympic torch. *gasp*
Anyway, my sister and I decided to get together and watch the opening ceremonies complete with a buffet and some bubbly … as you do.
I thought Danny Boyle did an amazing job with the ceremonies giving the world just a little bit of everything that is British. My favourite parts were singing Oh Flower of Scotland at full volume with my sis, Mr. Bean at the piano, Daniel Craig and the Queen and the forging of the rings and the NHS bit … and I could go on and on. I think he managed to shut up that eejit Romney too. I had a laugh with oor lass and texting with friends and family about it on both sides of the pond. No, Willy Wonka nor Abe Lincoln were there.
Sadly, I fell asleep and missed the blooming lighting of the cauldron … the bit I was looking most forward to for feck’s sake. I heard I didn’t miss much with Macca’s musical performance. Shame.
Anyroad up, today’s Musical Monday is a tribute to the Olympics and the old smoke, where according to my brother traffic and travel time is HELL right now, but don’t moan on people of London, you have the Olympics FFS … meanwhile, enjoy The Clash’s London Calling …