What a way to finish the Olympics? What I mean is, I can erase the Spice Girls from memory because these last two weeks have been a haven. Thankfully despite withdrawal symptoms, I’ve not sunken into the blues just yet because I’ll be at the Olympic park in just a matter of days for the Paralympics.
Although the stadium is no birds’ nest, I am cooing over what it will actually be like to be sat in one of those prized seats. Through a stroke of luck I became one of the first people to visit the stadium in 2009, only to be greeted by a half-built construct with not a seat, slice of track or patch of grass to be seen.
The area is to be renamed the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park after the Games are over in what I believe is a real tribute to a woman in her 80s, who just when Britain was gaining some confidence, saw the lighter side of our humour and offered us all a moment to treasure forever. Go Liz!