Inconvenience of the Big O

Due to the Olympics every second train  through my normal station prematurely terminates, it is then sent back up the railway track to London.  The whole thing seems a little absurd when today I hear there are less tourists and commuters in central London than there have been during any other normal working day.  People are just not going to work.  It probably helps the School holidays are here, however, even commuters who'd normally work in London are staying home in their droves.  A consequence is many London stores are having an even worse trading period than before the big O.  When it rains it poors, big O poors.  It could even mean some businesses go under.  I heard on the radio in one incident, Dutch Olympic games spectators had been advised not to head into central London because of the crowds.  So all they did was living in their tents in East London, attend big O events they had tickets for and then enjoy the rest of their time locally in East London again.  They had been given a fearful story of over crowding and poor public transport.  So why the bloomiing hell is my train screwed up I wonder.  It's all down to Locog.

i must admit now to getting somewhat pissed off with the big O volunteers.  They are all over the place.  They have different coloured apparel, which must represent their roles.  Whether they are the lucky ones who are going to be at the actual big O venue or the unlucky ones sitting beside a bus stop directing people to the correct shuttle bus.  Which would be a real travesty, volunteering your time and effort to something and then finding out you'll not even get to view an event, part of an event or anything related to any of the O events.  Poor things.  Perhaps this was why at slightly before 8 a.m. in the morning some want to be self important upshot of a volunteer advised me not to cross the road when the red man was showing.  What a complete twat.  I know when to cross the road, when it is safe or not safe regardless of red man lights.  It is my undeniable right as a citizen of the UK to J-walk when I want, especially when there is absolutely no traffic on the road anyway.  It is little antagonising things like this which can really get on ones wick.  I thought in personal comfort the twat didn't know what part of London he was in, because if he thought he could continue to act like a twat he'd soon be smacked about.  He might then learn.  I held it all in.  The anger of the big O event and the diabolical cost to this country.  Another white elephant just like the millennium dome, which cost a billion as well. 

You could ask what is the cost of a moral booster.  For the nation it's 9.4 billion, but it's not a guaranteed booster, it's a cost with no guarantees at all.  Unless of course the entire GB team were given illicit drugs which enhanced their performances and conveniently could not be traced by a doping agency of the same country.  Which is the kind of thing I might do were I the dictator of a small country.  But I'm not, so I can't.  Could something less expensive be of use to boosting the nation's moral then?  Of course.  It's called tea and biscuits, or even cake.  Everyone feels a lot better after a cup and something sweet to accompany it.  At least then all you have to worry about is sticky fingers rather than having your hamstring pulled because you've over strained it.  A couple of free cups of tea and cakes for the nation I'm sure would of been a lot cheaper.  Particularly because they would have to be produced local in the UK.  See the economy boost then.  Sugar?  One lump or two?