The phrase 'Olympic legacy' has been reverberating around the ears of every British citizen, and by now it is beginning to make a bit of a racket. And as we arrive at the one year anniversary of what was an awe-inspiring event and survey the scene, everyday inhabitants of this fantastic island are forced to question the reality of said legacy.
Some good public sector building blocks are already in place. For instance, the Government is in the midst of its biggest ever international marketing campaign, with some private sector support, to secure sustained increases in trade, inward investment, tourism and foreign students. But, more is needed to maximise long-term economic and reputational legacy.
July 2013 is most likely to go down in history as the month the heir to the throne was born (it can't be that much longer, can it?), but this week delivered plenty of other reasons to pop the champagne corks. Whether it was England's cricketers keeping the Aussies in check at Lords, the glorious weather continuing to toast the country from top to toe, or the historical moment when gay marriage finally became legal, cracking a smile hasn't been difficult these past seven days.
Needless to say, expectations are high of another successful run here at Flushing Meadows next month. Rugby followers may have noticed that two days before Andy Murray's achievement the British and Irish Lions won their first Test series victory since 1997, in Australia. So after a long drought we Brits are beginning to enjoy the taste of victory.
The reality is that Brazil is not just developing for itself. If this was the case it would be focusing on provision of public services considerably more. But in an era of globalisation it is staging development for the world and so priorities have changed. Therefore it is easy to criticise the Brazilian government for skewing its development focus, but it has too many actors to please.
Sitting in the launderette reading a copy of last week's TV Guide, I contemplated my upcoming BAFTA attendance. More specifically, I'd just worked out that by the time I'd stuck my smalls in the dryer and lugged them all the way home down Balham High Road I would have just under one hour to prepare.