On the Boyle, but is that UK?

Being dazzled by laser light spectacles at opening ceremonies, is a bit like getting turned on by the first pair of tits at a strip bar.

You haven’t been around a lot.

Once past the razzle and dazzle of Danny Boyle’s London gig what I was left with was this: Mary Poppins in a black dress.

That is the heart of Boyle’s artisanship - juxtaposition of hope with the macabre.

The opening represented Boyle’s vision of Britain.

But, was it Britain’s vision of itself?

Beijing was spectacular.

London was Boyle, not the UK… but Ok.

Funny, dark and Ok.