Open Sesame
It's just not the same. How does one adjust to an Olympic Games without Bruce McAveny smearing the proceedings with margarine and sacchrine? I'm watching the BBC coverage of the Opening Ceremony and there's the commentary guy sounds thoroughly bored with it all. Here's some obscure African country with crazy costumes. And here's those Australians with their cameras again. And next up we have an little Icelandic singer. Come on man, it's Bjork! Show some enthusiasm!
Never have I felt so desperately homesick as tonight. I am missing Bruce, Sandy and Joh more than I've been missing Weiss Bars, sunshine and Continental Malaysian Creamy Satay mix. I tuned out towards the end of the athlete's parade, only looking up at the telly to see The Flame had been lit.
Is it just me or does that whole torch setup look a little bit smutty? Like a diagram from some sort of How Babies Are Made book? Hmm.
posted by Shauna at 11:59 PM
3 Comments:
So THAT'S what they mean when they say women carry a torch for someone...
2:22 AM
Ahhhh, I wasn't the only one then. My first thought was, "Tree, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar..."
As for the Bruce McAveny commentary, the poor man nearly had a coronary trying to keep up with the athlete's parade and all the obscure facts and figures he had about them all. But wasn't our uniform a SHOCKER?
4:57 AM
The olympic 'cauldron' really did look like a joint, don't you think?
2:24 AM
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