Pie’s 300th Post – I Was At The Paralympics! (Part Two)

Technically, this is my 301st post, but as it’s a continuation of my Paralympics experience, it will remain at 300. If you want to have a fight about this, we can take it outside…

So, to recap: I had tried in vain for two weeks to get a ticket for these games, but on the Friday, by sheer good fortune, I was able to watch some wheelchair basketball. Then, at the 11th hour, just when I thought I’d had my fill, I managed to score a ticket for the Saturday, which included a morning session of athletics and the full run of the Olympic Park. Once I met up with Sil, Sassy Bird and True Brit, we headed to the stadium.

Pie’s 300th Post – I Was At The Paralympics! (Part One)

I have something to celebrate. In spite of my mad schedule, leading to haphazard postings and an inability to respond to my favourite bloggers as much as I’d like, I have made it to my 300th. I also made it to the Paralympics – double happiness! Here’s how.

The London 2012 Olympics – Boris Johnson Caught Dad Dancing At The Closing Ceremony

We had our London 2012 Olympic closing ceremony on Sunday. I had high hopes for it after our opening ceremony just a few short weeks ago, but, with a few notable exceptions (a very dead Freddie Mercury from Queen stealing the show for one), it was a bitter disappointment, so I’m going to leave it there. But there was something in that show, lasting only a few seconds, which peaked my interest. Boris Johnson, our esteemed mayor of Londinium was caught dad dancing. And it was brutal. There’s a reason why the royals remain seated. He’s the blonde one with the red tie on the right.

The London 2012 Olympics – Empty London

After many weeks of being urged to Get ahead of the Games by changing our travel routes, or working at home, because of the anticipated hoards of Olympic fans descending on Londinium, I was preparing to go to work on what would’ve been the first real test of the transport planning. Monday mornings are always tricky, but my route contains the combined hot spots of the DLR system, Bank and London Bridge stations. I conceded to leaving Pie Palace half an hour earlier, but otherwise I ignored the advice to re-route my travel and prepared for battle. I’m a Londoner. I fight through the crowds on our old Victorian system. It’s what we do.

OK. I’m ready – let’s go!

London 2012 Olympic Meltdown Countdown – The Brand Police

Dear reader. I may be in trouble.

I’ve been using the words London, Olympics, 2012 and permutations of all three on this blog for the last year or so. But I should be careful now, because the brand guardians of the ‘O’ word have been cracking down hard on those they believe to have breached the protective force surrounding the quintet of connected hoops. Butchers and bakers have been forced to take down their shop window displays of sausages and bagels depicting that logo. They’ll soon be going for the candlestick makers.