I won't lie. I was starting to give up on humanity. I was feeling generally miserable about recent reports of record amounts of melting ice in the Arctic, Mitt Romney's eternally moronic campaign in the US and our current situation of ever rising economic destruction and damning of human rights by the Coalition.
Given the levels of attention and excitement in the country over the Olympic Games, the Paralympics could easily have been overlooked. Instead it appears to have been embraced with as much enthusiasm as the Olympics. But, with all this, I can't help but wonder what The Games' lasting legacy will be?
Sometimes the line between patriotism and nationalism can seem paper-thin. When I stood in the crowd at the Rebellion punk festival in Blackpool last month, the St George's flags and swastikas were clearly visible, yet the same crowd roared with approval when a Jamaican, Usain Bolt, won the 100m sprint final.
Given the incredible success of Team GB during the Olympics and morale boost of the Diamond Jubilee this year, it seems young people's pride in what it is to be British is as high and as clearly defined as it's ever been. Across the pond, Ireland too is searching its soul for what it means to be young and Irish, and the charge is being led from the front.