Friday, July 13, 2012

Olympic moan

So the London Olympics are looming and I say looming, because as much as it is an exciting event, every Londoner I talk to has a grim feeling of inevitable disruption as we're bombarded with games lanes and station closures. The London Olympics are not about us, they are in spite of us. We must suffer to host them while higher ups that neither know or care show off about what a great country we are and hope that every visiting dignitary and business walks away impressed. I remeber when it was first announced, we were there celebrating, right with the country proud that it was finally us to show the world we could host the games. then the reality set in. We weren't going to get to see the Olympics. Tickets were reserved for sponsors and big business. Well screw that, they have this get ahead of the games website telling you to find alternate routes to work. But it doesn't bother to suggest any, oh no. It tells you crap you already know. By the way, Piccadilly will be busy during the games, well no shit Sherlock. I happen to live in an area with an Olympic event right in the middle of it. I can't avoid the place I live. I still need to get out of it to go to work. Where I work is also a damn landmark. I wasn't even rewarded by at least having tickets; no ordinary person could get within even a whiff of them. The application system was biased in how much you were willing to pay for them. More and more I feel like a medieval serf who is living at the mercy of their overlord and as much crap as we like to talk about being a free country we have very little say in anything.

I suppose I shouldn't take this for granted, most people don't even have that. Man, next month is going to be annoying.

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