.... God Save The Queen. I Watched Oscar eating humble pie on the TV last evening. We all make mistakes and it is good to see that his advisers told him what to do to make amends after his potentially costly error. Perhaps KP should engage them to vet his future outpourings. After all they speak the same language.
Who am I to pontificate? Nobody. Just a soul who was able to get into the Olympic Stadium, thanks to the fact that The Paralympics are separate to the Olympics. A contentious issue. By the looks of what I saw the two events could be and probably should be merged and why not?
I know if they had been with that farce of a ticketless website and the stupid initial ballot that the LOWLIFE committee set up, I together with thousands of others wouldn't have been able to go to any events other than football, and what a loss that would have been.
The whole thing from stepping on to the High Speed train for £3.60 through presenting the £5 ticket to be scanned at Gate C to replying 'Oi Oi Oi' to the volunteer's 'Oggie oggie oggie' on the way home was momentous, a never to be forgotten experience that so narrowly could have been missed by the many.
But as I said who am I? Just a bum on a seat. But a seat that I'd have gladly given up to your mob, Seb, if those Paralympian heroes would have rather been Olympians.
Quite a few missed David Weir's first gold medal because of the Oliveira Affair. After Oliveira pissed off Pistorius (in the next 10 metres following the moment captured in the photograph above) loads of people who were able to, stood up to vacate their seats. Not us, not thousands of others. To see history being made is worth waiting for.
We became familiar with the Chinese National Anthem. Five or six times we stood up for it. I was happy to return the compliment. After all it was the Chinese together with the other Asian divers who bowed and acknowledged the crowd in the Aquatic Centre during The London Prepares Games.
We went again on the Tuesday. I wished I had gone on the Monday so I could have joined in with the booing of the boy George. I heard on the Today Programme that some of the Right Wing press called the crowd's behaviour 'shameful', as if they'd taken their clothes off. Perhaps the paper should have advised their boy George to have stuck to the Olympics where he would have been more amongst his fellows.
The wife and I could be joining the also-rans of the Royal family. With just one gold medal to go to become a Baroness for my brother's wife's son's sister in law I fully expect to be in line to make an appearance on that balcony.
God Save The Queen.
PS. Where the National Flags of the medal winning athletes are raised is in a place that doesn't catch the wind.
Some of the visually impaired long jumpers almost ran into where the official sand rakers sit.
Many of the visually impaired discus throwers couldn't hear their guides consequently throwing the discus in the wrong direction for a foul throw.
Quite a few of the Track athletes were kept hanging around for far too long, while medal ceremonies took place.
This in my opinion was why Oscar got beaten by a whisker as he was given too much time to milk the adoration of the crowd, went off the boil and soured the occasion. And as you now know Oscar you can't cry 'Weirwolf' after spilt milk.
Otherwise very well done.
PPS. See you at Balmoral.
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