All the excitement of watching a football match……..
My friend (though I am now debating the wisdom of that) Alison dragged me out of bed and made me lurk around town waiting to see a woman (no idea who she was) run down the road with a candle on a stick.
There were more police on motor bikes buzzing around it than there are when our Lizzie goes to Sainsubury’s to do her weekly shop.
Every 15 mins or so a Samsung truck and trailer would drive by handing out flags which was pissing off the guy who had been walking up and down the streets for the last 3 hours selling flags, it was seriously pissing of the people who were stupid enough to buy flags off himl. There was a (hold on while I try out my French) bloody great coca cola (think that’s how you spell it) truck with a woman on the back of it gyrating her arse to some god awful music, I assume she wasn’t part of the Team GB Gymnastic Brigade, if she is, well, no medals there then. This was followed by a Lloyds TSB van, (guess they have to drum up business somewhere). The only thing missing was a MacSick van chucking burgers into the crowd.
If I had got any more excited I would have split my TenaLady. I can understand a little of the excitement of it all, but I would have been far more impressed if members of Team GB had been out there escorting it through the streets.