Okay, first things freaking first:
Okay, back to our local update. Awesome run today cool, breezy, with intermittent sun and puffy white clouds. The following came to my attention:
- More people in evidence wearing "Team GB" t-shirts. (Including me! I almost feel like it's my patriotic duty to flog the t-shirt around the park every day…)
- There are now giant digital screens up in Kensington Gardens, which were showing the tennis when I went by.
- I was almost decapitated by a remote-controlled helicopter. Seriously. There are a lot of things you look out for as you're blasting through the park: tree branches, roots, toddlers, errant dogs… in this case I saw a small boy with a box in his hand and a terrified look on his face at the same instant I saw the spinning blades looming at me exactly at face height. (I didn't hear the buzzing for the obvious reason of headphones.) Bobbed to the left (thanks, boxing training!) at the last possible second. As I said to the kid while running away, "I didn't see that coming!"
- Even more London Ambassadors in evidence the army of people in the blaze magenta fleeces running around helping everyone. They've even got a booth outside the V&A.
- Passing the entrance to the BT London Live Olympic Viewing point, I turned my music off to check it out. They were playing "Eye of the Tiger". Goodness.
- Passed a family draped in red/white/blue tricolore flags. Waved and wanted to say either "Bienvenue" or "Welkom" but I still can't tell the damned French and Dutch flags apart (certainly not when draped)! And don't even get me started on the Dutch orange whence all the orange?!
Still trying to score tickets to something/anything just to get into the Olympic Park for a day! (It's not like those carefree, security-unconscious days of ’96, when you could just wander into the Olympic Park…) Otherwise, or in any case, we'll be in front of the laptop, watching Phelps stretch out his record to 20-plus medals…