First of all, I realized today that my blog is over 2 years old... wow. I've been doing this since 11th January 2007 so the blog's official 2nd birthday passed without comment / celebration. Two years. AND it's flown by. Sheesh.
I've woken up with a head cold this morning. (No, not a man cold as so many women seem to find funny calling it - idiots) ... just kiddin, I love ALL women, ALL the laydeez, ALL the bitc... ALL the nice female people.
Anyway, yes, woke up with a head cold this morning - my body feels fine, I don't feel tired, or achy, or anything but my nose is blocked and stuffy, and my voice has that horrible blocked up sound.
And the main subject of my post this morning? The London 2012 Olympics. I have a feeling this is a subject that has divided a nation. On the one hand you have people who can't wait for it to get here, who are excited about it, who think it will be a massive benefit to our country and London in particular. Then you have the other side, who can't see the benefits it will have for them in particular, who are annoyed at how much it's costing them personally through taxes, who can see nothing but traffic chaos, over crowding and a great big fat failure to host anything worth being proud of. Can you guess which camp I'm in?
It seems as though whenever you hear reports on the news about the London 2012 Olympics (which from now on will be referred to as the ShitLympics) we are expected to feel a massive sense of national pride and excitement at how fantastic it's all going to be. Why? Will the ShitLympics help me with my financial debts? No. Will it help me lose weight and be a happier person? No. Will I get any benefits from the new facilities all the way over on the other side of London? No. The only 'plus' I can think of is it will be possible to go and watch some of the events live. Not the good ones, like the 100m mens final, or the female gymnastics (hhmmm... leotards) because they will be a) too expensive and b) given over to corporate seats and friends of the organizing committee. But the smaller, crappier events will be available to be seen live. Which is kinda cool I guess. But for the rest of the events, we'll be watching them on TV, so they could be all the way round the other side of the world and we'd still see them. I'm not going to go a far as to say that I wish London hadn't won the bid, or that London shouldn't be hosting them - but I do not buy in to the general feeling of "this is going to be brilliant, London and the UK will be so much better off because of it, rah rah rah aren't we special" nonsense that I think we're expected to feel. So there.
Soundtrack of the day: "Frog Stomp" by Silverchair... (yes, inspired by you Mr. Dawson). Peace.