Showing posts with label london 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label london 2012. Show all posts

Monday, 13 August 2012

YOUR EYES

Just watched the London 2012 Olympic Closing ceremony.

Once again, the rest of the world are going to think we are a bunch of lunatics. Sure, the Only Fools and Horses homage was hilarious, but surely the rest of the world will just WTF at Batman and Robin getting out of a half blown up car. I know that we are supposed to be famous for it, but I think we might have come across a lot more punky than we actually are.

At one point, there was a man on a tight rope, and when he got to the end and shook the hand of a mannequin, it burst into flame. I have no idea what that was about.

The Queen wasn't there. Just Prince Henry of Wales, whoever that is. He looked a lot like Harry. We think someone had told the Queen that Queen would be performing centre stage with Jessie J in the last quarter, and she got confused.

The fireworks scare the crap out of me, especially when I think about all those athletes stuck in the centre of the stadium right below them. They know not of the danger they are in.

YOUR EYES! PROTECT YOUR EYES!

Just nabbed off Google. 


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Saturday, 28 July 2012

Dancing Out

I kind of wanted this post to be somewhat of a reflection of the London 2012 Olympic Opening Ceremony, but now I think about it, I don't know what to say.

Was it impressive?
Yes.

Did it blow me away?
No.

I didn't like how our history started at the industrial revolutuion, rather than even hinting at the rich and influencial past we have not only nationally, but across the world. The actual production? To me, it lacked something. Precision, maybe. I have such vivid memories of the Bejing opening ceremony and how the synchronised sections were so utterly flawless that it took your breath away. In London, the timing always seemed ever so slightly off, especially in the first 'history' section, and the non-professional performers stood out like an extremely awkward sore thumb. The guys who were really getting into it were great ... the very British half hearted-ers were somewhat disappointing and a quite frankly a little embarrassing.

The Queen being delivered to the stadium by James Bond? Epic. Mr. Bean? Amazing. The British humour mixed with renowned characters is something that the majority would understand. The GOSH and NHS tributes were awesome, especially when combined with classic children's British literature, but I couldn't help but think that to an outsider, it would seem that the NHS exists to give children nightmares.Also, I'm fairly certain the commentator said 'Voldemart' and 'Chucky Chucky Bang Bang.' so I have no idea what to make of that.

Basically, it was truly British all the way through ... whether this is a good or bad thing I am unsure. I fear much of it will have completely gone over the heads of many of the visiting countries. On the plus side, at least the whole world knows how weird us Brits are now.