So I turn on the opening ceremony and am confronted with an overenthusiastic songster, standing on a false hill, surrounded by people masquerading as ancient Englishmen, and I mean English not British, and am I captivated? er NO! This is followed by the pratt Andrew Marr, again overacting, while browsing the history of London. Then more pap follows while the 'actual' ceremony begins. I noticed among the bad actors a cricket match, supposedly taking place in the late 18th or early 19th century. So why focus on a wee black boy? Do you really think he would be with the lads playing cricket at that time? Poor soul would be in the hold of a ship dying as he crossed the Atlantic not playing cricket!
Now you may be surprised to hear that I am not a fan of opening ceremonies. As far as I can tell they have as much relationship to the event they open as I do to a multi-millionaire play boy! Tonight is no difference. London Games ought to celebrate London, and Team GB (or Greater England as they prefer it to be) should reflect the nation. All this does is show how badly History is taught and how Greater England is all that matters. Another over the top waste of time that will no doubt get the designer a knighthood while a move to Afghanistan might be more useful.
I note the industrial revolution is given the overdone treatment and the suffragettes (terrorists that they were) are given a show, but Wesley and Whitfield and others who transformed the lives of millions of those downtrodden are ignored. How PC is this?
No, I cannot go on! I have been agitated for weeks now with this virus and to sit through such rubbish is too much! Call me a cynic if you must, but in the middle of a recession we do need a party or two, but we should at least get a well organised one! What this has to do with the UK, sorry, GB, I know not, it certainly has nothing to do with the Olympics! Garn, what a load of rubbish!
I'm off to read a book, 'Grumpy Old Men!'
(There's weeks of this to come!)
