Thursday, 2 August 2012
Where did all this fervour come from?
Never interested in sports, games, athletics, competitive events of any sort at any time in my life, suddenly I am finding a new and unexpected enthusiasm for all of these.
Thursday is a non-St. M's day, so has become my main household chores day - or at least that is the theory.
Since watching a little of the opening ceremony (not by choice, but because there was no alternative), last Friday evening, I have found myself being increasingly drawn in to the discussion, argument, and criticism of the previous day's events.
Amazingly quite furious about the disgusting Chinese, Korean, Indonesian debacle (badminton, with the emphasis on the bad). Wildly enthusiastic about the Bradley Wiggins gold, the women rowers, etc etc.
Every time (roughly every half hour), I slack off from the chores I'm supposed to be doing, I switch on to BBC 1 and find myself sitting, and this morning, cheering on the current British favourite. Today it was the wonderful Becky, swimming like a dolphin on speed, and looking like a cert for a gold.
What is happening? Where did I go?
This is not me, or at least, not the me I remember.
Somebody, I forget who, once said that patriotism is the last resort of the scoundrel. Well all I can add is move over scoundrels, room for one more?
Posted by Ray Barnes at 11:52:00 am