Like Spike Lee's aptly titled movie, 'Get on the Bus', I've decided to examine the random characters I always come across on my weekday commute home from making an honest buck. I say honest buck. I mean expenses only internship. (Just kidding London360, I love ya really).
It is at times like this that I am happy to play a sport which involves a consequential skill element. No drug can make a squash player hit better shots.
I am not competent enough to speak about the legacy that will survive Mandela. Nor am I versed in the study of politics to fully appreciate just how extraordinary Mandela's achievements have been. I am qualified to call Mandela one of the most iconic figures of our time and perhaps the 20th century's foremost actor for egalitarianism and liberation.
As the last of the Autumn leaves fall and memories of London 2012 start to recede, various highlights will surely remain such as the unexpected tears of Sir Chris Hoy, perhaps. Or maybe the exhilaration of the Mobot moment.
I found it quite difficult to attack a friend with a sword, even if it was a faux one, and I think really, this can only be a good thing.
Pictures of Usain Bolt celebrating his Olympic success by partying in East London brought to mind some questions about alcohol's effects on exercise. Obviously, Bolt didn't indulge until he'd addressed the small matter of Olympic domination... So what's the final word on alcohol and exercise?
Jamaican culture is drenched here, from the slang we use, often without acknowledging or respecting its origins, the style of which we wear our clothes, the food we eat and the influence on the music we claim as our own.
Meanwhile on the campaign trail for squash's inclusion in the Olympics, Ben Dirs, a BBC blogger, wrote a chirpy little article on synchronised swimming and how he feels sorry for squash players. He had an interesting point. These swimmers undoubtedly work so hard, but how accessible a sport is it? Is synchronised swimming a sport even?
Whilst I am delighted that the football season is back in business, I cannot stop thinking about the magical 16 days of sport that we had the privilege of hosting in our country's capital.
The world's athletes and dignatories, the volunteers and media have all gone home.
With the Olympics bringing some much needed colour and new energy to the city, Puma created a hub for it to thrive.
London 2012 may have ended, but what it's created will endure for generations.
The total number of tweets for the men's 200m final totalled 780,000 yesterday as Usain Bolt made Olympic athletics history as the first man to retain both 100 and 200m sprint titles.
Gosh. This Olympics thing really is all about strength, stamina and a dash of intestinal fortitude isn't it.
Colin Jackson's reaction to the men's 100m track finals was almost as entertaining as the actual race: "Here he comes, here he comes, the big man, the big man, the big man" he shouted to fellow pundits Denise Lewis and Michael Johnson.
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