It's over. I take a breath. And let it all sink in. Suddenly life is back to normal. Suddenly there's no excuse to turn on the tv. Suddenly the patriotism dissipates. Suddenly the public is able to whinge again about absolutely anything. This is the ultimate hangover after some surreal yet incredible multi-themed party that has been in the spotlight for the past three weeks (named after a completely and utterly different type of contest originating in Greece as early as 776BC). And it's taken me 5 days to get over it, just to give you an idea.
The 2012 journey this Summer has been about more than just the Olympics and the sometimes justifiable hype surrounding them. From waving to the queen from Westminster bridge on that rainy Sunday, as the royal barge passed accompanied by a magnificent flotilla, to hanging up the pink uniform for the last time exactly 10 weeks later as the Olympics came to their mostly memorable yet slightly disturbing conclusion. In between I've managed to see and experience some extraordinary things the experience of being a London Ambassador just one. Seeing the opening ceremony before anyone else, waking up and putting on the trademark pink every day, holding an Olympic torch, having my photo taken by Japanese tourists about 5237895 times, and being overall a friendly face to the hundreds of people seeking our help was one of the greatest privelidges ever. Why we weren't thanked at the closing ceremony, and the Gamesmakers had all the limelight is beyond me, but our legacy will live on. Despite not having tickets, the atmosphere in Hyde park for the 200 metres was electric, and The Enemy joined by Victoria Pendleton was a fantastic highlight.
They said a time like this comes round once in a lifetime, and the Summer of 2012 has been a time just like that. People look at me in a funnier way than usual when I defend aspects such as the royals, the games, and generally don't shovel a load of verbal abuse at the system in general. But this time, it's justified. The system, for once, and at the most important time worked. Ladies and gentlemen, athletes, volunteers, public services, police, ambulances, army, GB, 'we done good'.
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| Nope, not an army of flamingos, it's the More London team. Notice how the uniform colour scheme goes perfectly with the surroundings. |
The 2012 journey this Summer has been about more than just the Olympics and the sometimes justifiable hype surrounding them. From waving to the queen from Westminster bridge on that rainy Sunday, as the royal barge passed accompanied by a magnificent flotilla, to hanging up the pink uniform for the last time exactly 10 weeks later as the Olympics came to their mostly memorable yet slightly disturbing conclusion. In between I've managed to see and experience some extraordinary things the experience of being a London Ambassador just one. Seeing the opening ceremony before anyone else, waking up and putting on the trademark pink every day, holding an Olympic torch, having my photo taken by Japanese tourists about 5237895 times, and being overall a friendly face to the hundreds of people seeking our help was one of the greatest privelidges ever. Why we weren't thanked at the closing ceremony, and the Gamesmakers had all the limelight is beyond me, but our legacy will live on. Despite not having tickets, the atmosphere in Hyde park for the 200 metres was electric, and The Enemy joined by Victoria Pendleton was a fantastic highlight.
They said a time like this comes round once in a lifetime, and the Summer of 2012 has been a time just like that. People look at me in a funnier way than usual when I defend aspects such as the royals, the games, and generally don't shovel a load of verbal abuse at the system in general. But this time, it's justified. The system, for once, and at the most important time worked. Ladies and gentlemen, athletes, volunteers, public services, police, ambulances, army, GB, 'we done good'.
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