Olympic musings

Is it just me, or are athletes winning medals at London 2012 breaking down in tears more than any Olympics I have seen before?

I have a feeling the global state of affairs right now – totally screwed – is responsible.

The Olympics have come at a time when the world was badly in need of a pep-up.

Economy, environment, morality, life - all in the toilet.

So, the Olympics do give much hope.

Not just to us watching, but to those competing as well.

Cue the tears.

For a telling post on Michael Phelps from Beijing 2008, click here: http://www.ninety9words.blogspot.com/2008/08/lezak-can-phelp-it.html

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.