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I had hoped to avoid any mention of the Olympic Games here, but unfortunately, the passage of the Olympic Torch at the end of the road this afternoon makes comment seemingly obligatory.
I had hoped to avoid any mention of the Olympic Games here, but unfortunately, the passage of the Olympic Torch at the end of the road this afternoon makes comment seemingly obligatory.
Given my generally misanthropic stance I imagine that it is not necessary for me to reveal here my view of the Olympic farce (shurely Games? Ed.); the squandering of billions on this ridiculous business in these straitened times beggars belief (Whoops! I revealed it!)
Anyway, the torch passed by this afternoon whilst I was on the balcony in the sunshine enjoying a clope. The carriage of this beacon of hope was preceded by a small motorcade of quite outstanding vulgarity: it was composed of various converted lorries carrying the brand names of the sponsors so beloved of Lord Coe - Samsung, Coca-Cola, Lloyds TSB. From the Coca-Cola lorry came horrible music reproduced at staggering volume. Finally to considerable cheering from the assembled crowd came the little torch carried no doubt by some "celebrity" or other (who cares?).
I saw a small yellow flame and then it passed and after a few more police on motor-cycles rounded off the performance, everybody went home.
In summary, the Age of the Common Man writ large.
Goodness How Sad.
Until the next time
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