To me the cauldron symbolised the Olympic spirit and all that is good about the world.
The cauldron consisted of 204 copper petals, each representing one of the competing nations. They were brought into the stadium by each team as part of the athletes’ procession and each was taken back home by the countries. A piece of London in every country. Why it showed what London was all about was because it wasn’t all about the pomp and show of us Brits but how each country was key to the wonder of the games.
This is my last photograph from the games but I will do a wordy post soon. So for now enjoy…
The Olympics brings out every country’s national pride and also the face paint. Here is a collection of some of the best from all over London.
Knitted Usain on his visit to the Olympic stadium.
So the curtain has finally closed on London 2012 but fear not!
All this week I will be showing all you lovely people photographs from my Olympics (I didn’t compete but you know what I mean!). I will end the week with a blog post that has been many months in the making about what the whole Olympics has meant to me.
The first photograph is of the Olympic torch. It was the instrument that sparked (hardy ha ha) the British publics unequal-able enthusiasm for the Olympics. We came out in the wind, rain, hail and on the rare occasions sunshine to wave at celebrities and strangers alike. We cheered not because they had a fire ball on a stick in their hands but because they were symbolising us, the brilliant British.
But I’ll save the rest of my words for the end of the week and without further a do……. Let the games begin!
I love to write but I’m partially illiterate on the side.
Teachers, tutors and lectures alike sang from the same hymn sheet when it came to my grammar. That it was down to laziness, stupidity or –the best comment on an essay- “are you doing this to test my sanity?”
The wonders of dyslexia.
I can read over my work a myriad of times and while the errors may seem glaring to others, they seemed hidden to me. The obvious fades into oblivion when grammar is introduced. Even with someone leaning over my shoulder tutting away they would pass by me undetected like Where’s Wally at a knitted jumper convention.
Sometimes it helps cut the frustration of dyslexia if you can just find a way to laugh at your situation. Although who ever decided to call it dyslexia had a horrible sense of humour. I used to spell it Disexica but it sounds more like an erotic planet than a learning disability looking back at it now.
But whilst twenty something years have passed with my own personal enigma of English thwarting a well dressed sentence help is finally at hand. I call my grammatical saviour, my Punctuation Pirate.
I shouldn’t tease, as my pirate’s work has been crucial in the past whether it be essays, job applications or –yes- even blog posts.
After I’ve posted a blog post a few hours pass, then the phone call.
It begins with a sigh, a hushed swear word then the corrections commence. Thick and fast they come; the ‘I’ve told you about this a thousand times’ or the ‘I really don’t understand what this sentence means’ and the unsurprisingly echoes of my school years, ‘are you doing this to test my sanity?’
Dyslexia should not be something to be embarrassed about I struggle with grammar and spelling, always have and maybe always will. So to anyone else out there reading this; be proud of your dyslexia it can be hard and incredibly frustrating but you are never alone. We can’t all have our own pirates fighting our battles but smile at your silly mistakes and remember they are what make us human.
Still so very sore.
Yes I did it, I managed to get across the finish line! Proof at the bottom of the post. Thank you so much to everyone who donated. Here is my playlist that kept me running through the rain, contributed by those lovely people that donated and a few of my own handpicked songs.
See if you can guess which ones were mine…
1. Beatles – Here comes the sun
2. Kayne West et al – All of the lights
3. Bruce Springsteen – Dancing in the dark
4. The Atomic Fireballs – Man With The Hex (thank you to Noeline Smith, go visit her stunning photography blog)
5. Shaggy – Mr. Bombastic
6. Bruce Springsteen – Born to run
7. Florence and the Machine – No light, no light
8. Tinie Tempah – Written in the stars
9. Alex Clare – Too close
10. Bon Jovi – Living on a prayer
11. Marvin Gay – Ain’t no mountain high enough
12. Leconfield Acoustics (my band!) – Play the last key
13. Bruce Springsteen – Born in the US
14. Florence and the Machine – Shake it out
15. James Morrison – One life
16. Carly Rae Jepsen – Call me maybe (surprisingly helpful)
Look up every once in a while. You never know what you might be missing.
Because, let’s be honest, your feet are pretty dull.