I haven’t been much of a fan of the London Olympics. Largely because of the colossal hype, expense and impact on the East End of London which really have nothing to do with sport or the spirit of sport. I have welcomed Westfield and am delighted to have access to shops that would otherwise only be available by traveling into the West End. It has also been fun exploring the Olympic City surroundings and watching the place grow.
But the truth of what the Olympics nowadays means becomes more apparent as we come closer to the start of the Games. There is all sorts of nonsense with sponsors taking unsporting liberties, and the corruption of sporting values. Visa, for instance, will not allow it’s ATMs to accept cards other than it’s own. And the torch bearers are embarrassing – Will.i.am!!!???
But the whole farce is brought into perspective when I learn that the military security deployed is the greatest since World War Two. More troops and resources are involved than were in Iraq, the Falklands, Suez, etc. And surface-to-air missiles on top of council flats!
The Olympics has a strong smell of menace and mass control.