I must confess that I was initially one of the doubting cynics who thought of the Olympics and thought - congestion, transport chaos, tourists standing on the wrong side of the escalator, four weeks walking 2 hours to and from work in the rain... To be honest, I still think all of the above, but the cynicism has been replaced with a sense of excitement and a silent swelling of pride at the fact that my home town will be hosting the event of the year. If you're a Londoner and still not convinced, check out this excellent article.
It was perfect then, that the Olympic Torch would be travelling on its penultimate day towards the Olympic stadium past my work down Regents Street, Piccadilly Circus and Shaftsbury Avenue. So we joined the crowds and though the flame came and went in the flash of an eye, it was well worth being there to join in with the excitement of this once in a lifetime event.
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| The anticipation builds as the crowds line the streets ▼ Official Sponsor floats hype up the crowds moments before the torch arrives ▼ Finally the torch bearer arrives - and is gone in a flash! ▼ |
