2012 London Olympic. Day Eight
Saturday 04th August 2012
Afternoon
people.
So, day eight and I woke without the aid of an alarm clock to a simply thunderous hangover (and no I hadn't been drinking - I don't drink when I'm with Anna) the inside of my head sounded like the start to Killing Machine, you know that drum bit at the start... I knew what was coming and I calmly walked into the bathroom... NOTHING! BUGGER!
Shower. Kitchen. Very hot, very sweet, very milky, tea. A second. A third. Here we go, back to the bathroom... It's a shame that what my body then did isn't an Olympic sport... It violently gushed out of all the holes in my head. I could have stood in next doors garden and hired myself out as a sprinkler system. Surprisingly I felt much better for it.
Normally, where I live to the Excel Arena takes around 2 to 3 days, it took us less than one hour. I know I keep banging on about this. I know people keep E Mailing me and telling me that I'm a loony, but we haven't seen any chaos. We've seen individual acts of complete stupidity that have led to very localised chaos, but nothing like what the press seem to find and report on. Sorry guys and girls. I can't write about what I haven't seen. Sorry.
I will after the Olympics tell some of the tales of some of the stupid things we've seen. How did those people get those jobs?
Because we were doing the route we had done yesterday, again we helped others who were a little confused by the underground maps and the one way system that had been set up around the Excel. I have to write that the one system worked a treat. Again, another wonderful piece of forward thinking.
Neither Anna nor Myself had done Fencing (Women’s Team Epee) before so we were on a voyage of discovery together. WOW! The colours... it was like an AC/DC lighting rig... but on the floor. The lighting rig looked damn impressive too. This wasn't what I'd expected. There was no idiots guide to what we were about to witness and unfortunately for us we were sat with loads of other people who hadn't got a clue what was going on either. We spent ages trying to work out the scoring system.
It was very difficult to follow. We were very close to the action, as were we all, but I still couldn't see the tip of the metal pointy thing. They had large screens hanging from the roof and it wasn't until I saw it in HD slow motion that I started to fully understand the grace and beauty of it all. It was/is very similar to ballet but with controlled violence. It is not like watching Errol Flynn or James Bond movies. I spent ages trying to work out, do they watch the end of the others persons pointy metal thing or their feet and it wasn't until they gave us ago later on that I realised... Also this is very similar to football violence, boxing, judo, anything where it is just you and them and nowhere to hide... I like... I like...
Between events we all piled into the open space between venues to watch big screens showing other Olympic events live. I've never seen or heard so many people randomly scream and shout at a TV before as they did when we all watched the Men's Fours 1500m Final. The place went mental. Another gold for Team GB. Another four gold post box's.
Loads of people mentioned the T-Shirt and I promise this is true. Some bloke walks up and goes, "Are you Bruce Dickinson?" I was still busy smirking at what someone else had to just said to me that when I said "No!" he didn't believe me. It took a long time for me to convince him I wasn't Bruce... Writing of T-Shirts, yes that T-Shirt is my 1988 tour shirt, which shows just how much weight I've lost in the week. I'll never get into that shirt again.
Later on we were given the chance to have ago at fencing. Um... it's easier and harder they I thought it would be. YES, I know that doesn't make sense, but go and have a go and see if you can explain it any better than that.
Eventually we left the venue and went home via the park opposite The Tower of London again. It really is a strange place to find a kids play park.
Also before I go, two things. Firstly, people have mentioned that white button badge and how I seem to have it on in every photo, well you are correct, it cost me a lot of money that’s why. Secondly, yes those are ADIDAS "Porsche Design S" in snowblind white and green trim... and you want them... hahaha...
Noggin xx
So, day eight and I woke without the aid of an alarm clock to a simply thunderous hangover (and no I hadn't been drinking - I don't drink when I'm with Anna) the inside of my head sounded like the start to Killing Machine, you know that drum bit at the start... I knew what was coming and I calmly walked into the bathroom... NOTHING! BUGGER!
Shower. Kitchen. Very hot, very sweet, very milky, tea. A second. A third. Here we go, back to the bathroom... It's a shame that what my body then did isn't an Olympic sport... It violently gushed out of all the holes in my head. I could have stood in next doors garden and hired myself out as a sprinkler system. Surprisingly I felt much better for it.
Normally, where I live to the Excel Arena takes around 2 to 3 days, it took us less than one hour. I know I keep banging on about this. I know people keep E Mailing me and telling me that I'm a loony, but we haven't seen any chaos. We've seen individual acts of complete stupidity that have led to very localised chaos, but nothing like what the press seem to find and report on. Sorry guys and girls. I can't write about what I haven't seen. Sorry.
I will after the Olympics tell some of the tales of some of the stupid things we've seen. How did those people get those jobs?
Because we were doing the route we had done yesterday, again we helped others who were a little confused by the underground maps and the one way system that had been set up around the Excel. I have to write that the one system worked a treat. Again, another wonderful piece of forward thinking.
Neither Anna nor Myself had done Fencing (Women’s Team Epee) before so we were on a voyage of discovery together. WOW! The colours... it was like an AC/DC lighting rig... but on the floor. The lighting rig looked damn impressive too. This wasn't what I'd expected. There was no idiots guide to what we were about to witness and unfortunately for us we were sat with loads of other people who hadn't got a clue what was going on either. We spent ages trying to work out the scoring system.
It was very difficult to follow. We were very close to the action, as were we all, but I still couldn't see the tip of the metal pointy thing. They had large screens hanging from the roof and it wasn't until I saw it in HD slow motion that I started to fully understand the grace and beauty of it all. It was/is very similar to ballet but with controlled violence. It is not like watching Errol Flynn or James Bond movies. I spent ages trying to work out, do they watch the end of the others persons pointy metal thing or their feet and it wasn't until they gave us ago later on that I realised... Also this is very similar to football violence, boxing, judo, anything where it is just you and them and nowhere to hide... I like... I like...
Between events we all piled into the open space between venues to watch big screens showing other Olympic events live. I've never seen or heard so many people randomly scream and shout at a TV before as they did when we all watched the Men's Fours 1500m Final. The place went mental. Another gold for Team GB. Another four gold post box's.
Loads of people mentioned the T-Shirt and I promise this is true. Some bloke walks up and goes, "Are you Bruce Dickinson?" I was still busy smirking at what someone else had to just said to me that when I said "No!" he didn't believe me. It took a long time for me to convince him I wasn't Bruce... Writing of T-Shirts, yes that T-Shirt is my 1988 tour shirt, which shows just how much weight I've lost in the week. I'll never get into that shirt again.
Later on we were given the chance to have ago at fencing. Um... it's easier and harder they I thought it would be. YES, I know that doesn't make sense, but go and have a go and see if you can explain it any better than that.
Eventually we left the venue and went home via the park opposite The Tower of London again. It really is a strange place to find a kids play park.
Also before I go, two things. Firstly, people have mentioned that white button badge and how I seem to have it on in every photo, well you are correct, it cost me a lot of money that’s why. Secondly, yes those are ADIDAS "Porsche Design S" in snowblind white and green trim... and you want them... hahaha...
Noggin xx
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