I wasn’t a fan of the idea of the Olympics, and therefore, as the actual Olympics started to roll towards us it made me want to sick a bit in my mouth, and not in a good way. For me, it was a political ting.
The Labour government, who I’d lost faith in for numerous reasons, wanted to ride on the back of it after London had won the bid.
The coalition government, which I never had no faith in, wanted to do the same, and if I saw DavCam or BoJo banging on about it then I’d hate it more. Along with Lord Coe, who seemed to have dispensed with the ‘Sebastian’ bit preferring to adopt a moniker he borrowed from Lord Voldemort. Whose first name is also Seb.
For me it all seemed political. Not about sporting legacy or encouraging sport in the young. We seemed to have done that quite well over the past few years without this being on our doorstep. It seemed an obscene amount of money to spend in a country that was making massive cuts to public spending and resting it’s fiscal policy on the idea of spending less to achieve more. Why spend so much money on something like this, when so many public services are being reduced, people are losing jobs, and people seem to be struggling on so many levels?
The details of the organising committee trademarking or prohibiting use of certain words also annoyed me and a great guest post by @jlnewhouse87 hit the spot for me. Keeping corporate sponsors happy is one thing but alienating people in the process is a different trick entirely. So well done to the LOCOG for doing that in the run up. Bad PR.
I hated the very idea of it. The every idea of it.
Within 40 seconds of the opening ceremony the goosebumps came up on my arms and it made me say one thing out loud.
Fucking hell. This is incredible.
The boy who sang the solo in ‘Jerusalem’ was inspiring and that set a tone. I was a choirboy in my youth and have sung solos but to sing like that in front of 88,000 people and billions worldwide was jaw dropping. My jaw dropped. I’m a cynic who hated this remember, but within seconds something hit me about this opening ceremony. His solo wasn’t Aled Jones fluffed up perfection. It was right, raw and imperfect yet utterly faultless and perfect in the same second.
Within seconds you had Jerusalem, Danny Boy and an incredible Flower of Scotland with a harsh ‘tae think again’ as it should always be. Bread of Heaven next and this entire thing was shaping up to be just that.
It had so many British cultural references thrown at it that it was like a beautiful acid trip through recent history. Danny Boyle directed Trainspotting so he has form. This was going to be fun, insania, something that didn’t alienate but called to us all from somewhere within us.
Kenneth Branagh as Isambard Kingdom Brunel speaking the words Shakespeare wrote for Caliban.
“The isle is full of noises. Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.”
Noises. Beautiful noise and sounds, that hurt not. Except for those of the Daily Mail, who didn’t like this very much, showing once again how in touch they are with the mood of the country.
I WILL FIGHT YOU IN THE CAR PARK if you didn’t get the goosebumps at one moment during the opening ceremony.
Actually I won’t. But lets sit down and watch it again with a glass of wine and a packet of chipsticks. It’ll be fun.
I could go on but I won’t. Just watch it if you can. I hope it comes out on DVD so I can own this thing and sit and watch it with my children who were asleep in bed. Also, if I feel a little bit ‘meh’ one day I’ll stick it on. With the volume turned up a bit as Trevor Nelson on the commentary suggested.
But I’m a me. Did others like it? Seems like it got a bit of a thumbs up from most.
Even my aunt loved it, except for Paul McCartney who, as she said, ‘doesn’t have a voice any more but then, to be honest I didn’t think he really had one.’
I hated the entire idea of this before it began, but when it started this opening ceremony felt organic. It didn’t feel staged or preplanned, which is incredible for something that took so many years to come together.
It cost 27 million quid, which is less than Andy Carroll moving from Newcastle to Liverpool. A large amount of money but…
Fucking hell. This is incredible.
And to deliberately misquote something vital in the whole ting.
Oh Danny Boyle I love you so.
Sometimes things you think you won’t like actually turn out to be quite awesome. And once again I’ve learned that there are surprises in life. The only thing that would’ve made it better? If I’d watched it with my children or with @motherventing
Oh, and I didn’t mention the bit with the Queen and James Bond.
Did you like it? How did you watch it? Who with? Details and memories would be nice, if you care to share.
And thanks for reading this. I’m just off to watch the whole darn thing again.