Even though I live only 5 miles from the Olympic Park, so far I've been determined to ignore the whole spectacle and bask in the sun in my garden with a glass of cold beer. However, as a confirmed foodie, I can't ignore the fact that some of Britain's top supper clubs, along with a few gourmet chefs, are staging a fantastic banqueting experience which changes every night during London2012.
I have been intrigued by the media articles showing distraught West End shop keepers and restaurateurs bemoaning the Olympics for emptying their emporia of customers. It seems that the promise of economic prosperity for all driven by the magic Olympic rings has evaporated as quickly as Mark Cavendish's medal hopes. Or has it?
The London 2012 opening ceremony's moving spectacle has, for the time being at least, acted as a harbinger for Britons to appreciate magnitude of the ...
A city that is proud of its heritage should surely want to invite international guests and media to a part of London that they could be proud of without erecting a vast and impersonal shopping village and well positioned architectural devices to ensure that the unsuspecting eye, at no point, ever lands on Stratford itself. God forbid the French got a look at Poundland!
The shrill of a ringing bell carries a number of connotations. With this being a piece on London 2012, it could be a hackneyed reference to a city waking up to the dawn of a new beginning come July. It could even be more on-the-nose with some reference to Big Ben chiming welcoming tones to the arriving world...