I am back from my weekend in Spain. My body’s capacity to survive on three or four hours of sleep a night never fails to astound me. My body’s capacity to flake out at that point and render me incapable of anything for another seven days also amazes me. So I should start sleeping now …
2004: Olympic Dreams
This morning, PY and I went into Wandsworth to watch the Olympic torch make its way across our part of south London. It had started the day at the Wimbledon tennis tournament with Tim Henman and Sir Roger Bannister. By the time it made its way to us, Jonathan Edwards was the bearer. The whole thing was actually over in a moment, and it was somewhat sad to see that although there were plenty of people braving the rain to see the torch, they were somewhat outnumbered by officials, police and media people, which made me think the whole thing was not really for the people but for the sponsors and the coverage. The torch itself made its way off by taxi (it seems to be transported by all forms of London transport today, including the tube), but Jonathan Edwards stayed around to talk to people. Although the moment was brief, the weather was damp and the steel band hidden under cover, it was still a great moment to see this part of the chain.
A couple more pictures from the day. Jonathan Edwards CBE stays around to talk to fans, the Olympic Torch relay is a fully sponsored media event, and then the torch left by taxi for the next stop on the route to The Mall where a concert was held in the evening.
