God knows, except in exceptional
circumstances, I am lukewarm (to put it mildly) about most forms of spectator
sports. My interest in the forthcoming
Olympics is mostly political and sociological.
This time around I have missed the usual
horror story of venues incomplete, transportation in chaos and money being
thrown around as if all those involved had been Las Vegas winners.
Admittedly there have been the traditional
scandals about the money and newspaper people have made much of the questions
about “legacy” – but this is scraping the barrel compared to the lead up to the
Athens Olympics. And, let’s face it,
part of the reason that those Games took place at all is now coming back to
haunt us because the money that the Greeks spent they did not actually have and
now they are dragging us all down with the lies that they told about their
finances! One hopes that this is not
going to be the pattern for the present Games!
I have watched with delight the way that
the venues have been built and the way in which the subsidiary aspects of the
Games have been developed. I like the
walkways and the art associated with them; the landscaping and choice of
flowers; the steel artwork by Kapoor (though I am not convinced by the final
outcome, I like the enterprise of its construction); I am interested in the
housing which has already been produced for athletes and the people of the area
and I love the lying rhetoric of everyone involved.
As far as I can tell the traffic chaos (which
is inevitable) has been thought about in detail and firms have been informed of
the best ways to deal with it. There is,
however a feeling that I get from the press that it is only disaster that will
be acceptable. This is normally my own feeling
about this corrupt and corrupting sporting event, but I must admit that I do
feel differently now that it is taking place in Britain – and if my information
is correct, I understand that one of the first events will take place before
the official opening takes place and will be held in Cardiff! How can I be openly cynical at such a time!
There is also the other nagging fear, and
that is the one where we will end up without a single gold medal. This happened in Canada where the host nation
did not pick up a single example of the yellow stuff. That cannot (can not) happen in Britain
because a new stamp issue featuring Britain’s gold medal winners has already
been scheduled!
In philatelic terms the Olympics has
already been a success. From the
remarkably elegant “Handover” issue to the various issues celebrating the range
Olympic sports including, for the first time the paraplegic as integral rather
than periphery, has been excellent.
Credit where credit is due!
It is a pity that these games are four
years too soon. Too soon for a world class
(and world champion at his level) yachtsman that we have as a pupil in school
who, in spite of my repeated encouragement to get rid of the couple of guys in
his way, has settled for possible representation of Spain in Rio in four years
time. I don’t think that he understands
that I would have gone to Britain to watch him compete, but am loath to make
the trip to South America in 2016!
I am writing this while watching the Irish
v Wales game and we have just converted a try and are in the lead and now the
Irish have a penalty kick. Toni has been
noting the language used by a self-confessed agnostic as far as competitive
sport is concerned. But I do get worked
up when I actually watch it! And the
Irish are now in front again. By a
single point. With half an hour to go. The score has changed but with three minutes
to go Wales are still a point behind the Irish.
It a totally melodramatic ending, with
everything depending on a final penalty, Wales has WON! So there!
And, even for someone like me with a limited attention span for this
sort of thing, I considered this to be an excellent game. Not without its moments of controversy and,
to add my five penn’orth, I think that the Welsh player should have been sent
off and not given a yellow card and six minutes in the sin bin. However, we WON so I don’t care! And with three home games yet to come we are
well sited for the Championship.
That was yesterday. Today, for the first time I had to scrape ice
off the windscreen. I could see my
breath! This was not what I wanted as I
made my way to a supposedly virtually empty school.
During my school day I taught the first
lesson to the 18 members of the first and second form who had not gone on
trips; invigilated an examination I had written for my second year sixth; did a
lunch time duty; marked a set of examination papers; started marking a second
set – and even did a few minutes of the work that I actually wanted to do.
Tomorrow there is a scheduled meeting for
the work on Heroes and Anti Heroes that we have been engaged on for some
time. I have done my bits apart from a
tedious schemata for assessment so I will look forward to my colleagues’
contributions tomorrow!
There are two other threats to my own work
projections but I have dismissive plans for one of them and the other I will
simply have to duck and weave with!
The Amazon delivery service always falls
down when entrusted into the hands of the carrier of the last distance. Yet again, in spite of someone being here
when they were supposed to have called, I found myself going to the central
office of the company to get my goods.
Which are wonderful.
Having purchased a few cheap CD cases to
contain them I spent a happy hour unpacking the goodies. My two major purchases are the box set of
Mercury Living Presence recordings and the Decca box set.
These CDs are reissues of famous LPs of the
past. I now have a CD of the Nelson Mass
that I lost when I got rid of all my LPs.
The original Britten Requiem is now part of my collection again. And the famous recording of the 1812 which I
last owned as an EP! There is much, much
more with famous dead musicians and conductors as well as those who are still
very much alive.
I am slightly ashamed that all these
treasures have been bought merely to keep me amused as I travel by car to
work. Though I am looking forward to
ploughing my way through a substantial tranche of quality music.
Tomorrow back to the limited work I did on
The Bricks in the Tate – part of my proposed introduction to Making Sense of Modern
Art. Something I want to do rather than the
things that my school wants me to do.
It will be a battle of wills to see what
work comes out on top tomorrow!
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