We listened to 5 Live all day yesterday as their presenters time and time and time again vented their spleen at the LOCOG for the empty seats that were evident at a number of Olympic events. Five Live has been on amission for months to undermine the event and despite an explanation, a very clear one, that the empty seats were those of the “Olympic Family” ie athletes and officials who are mostly in training at this early stage of the event and therefore unable to attend events. Despite this they attempted to whip their listeners up into a frenzy of dissent.
This typifies the bad side of Britishness, amidst everything that is wonderful about these games we have an innate need to find fault. I’m sick of it. Aren’t you?
Later in the day it appeared the tide had turned against them and they turned 180 degrees into arse licking support. Presumably the tweets and emails of listeners like me eventually wore them down.
This word is trending right now.
It’s trending because of the Olympics because they’re threatening to go Pete Tong (but won’t) but really the word could apply to a lot of things and it has the potential to become a real favourite of mine.
It could apply to the Easyjet check in process that I experienced at Naples airport last week. Well, when I say process I mean complete lack of process. It truly was an omnishambles and could have been solved so simply with a bit of literal (not even lateral) thinking. Four flights checking in at around the same time (over about 40 minutes) and five check in desks one dedicated to fast pass check in that nobody was using because we ain’t falling for another way for SleasyJet to rip a tenner out of you) but anybody could check in to any desk. The result? As each flight became perilously close to gate closure all the remaining passengers were called to the front in a massive scrum – the worst case being 50 schoolkids headed to the front of the queue that we were in and held us up for half an hour. Truly, miraculously stupid. The solution. One desk per flight and if you arrive late you miss your flight. Simple.
It could apply to David Cameron and his House of Lords debacle. Frankly it could apply to David Cameron. Full Stop.
It could apply to Rangers FC and the entire farce that has attended the unraveling of their legacy of cheating.
It could apply to the mess that Lothian and Borders Police made of traffic managing the closure of the Edinburgh Bypass on Saturday when I nearly missed my dear Friend Kennny Harris’ funeral (as it happened I was 50 minutes late).
You see, omnishambles could become omnipresent in my vocabulary. Look forward to it.
I had an afternoon off and I had some stuff to pick up in Edinburgh so, between rain showers (well, when I say SHOWERS…), I jumped on the old bike to do a training run for the Pedal For Scotland ride that’s now only 8 weeks away. You can register here… http://ow.ly/c1Ssg
So, I cycled into Edinburgh (11 miles ) and then did two circuits of Arthur’s Seat (my second volcanic circumnavigation in a week given that I’d done Vesuvius last week).
The trip round Arthur’s Seat is 3.3 miles and I clocked 14 minutes or so both times. My memories of the ascent (just under a mile) to Dunsapie Loch were far more onerous than the reality.
After that a cycle back to South Queensferry and all 32 miles done and dusted in about 2hrs 15 minutes.
Cream crackered now like.
Fresh from my holiday in Italy (more on that later folks) I’ve taken the plunge and decided to enter a cycle race! Well, it’s more of a huge crowd pleasing ride across Scotland from Glasgow to Edinburgh. It’s called Pedal for Scotland and you can read about it here http://ow.ly/c1Ssg.
It’s organised by Cycling Scotland and involves over 14,000 cyclists so I expect it to be quite a spectacle.
I’m really up for this because at around 50 miles I think it’s doable but still a challenge. I will, of course, be approaching the challenge with my usual “competitive Dad” spirit.
Money goes to Maggies Centre but don’t worry I won’t be asking you for more money; not now at least. Follow my training as we get closer to the event.
We’re on holiday this week. But not here. This is where we were in the summer in Portugal; Alvor to be precise.