The Olympics ate my brains help me BB

I finish at the Fish Factory early, hit a local cafe for lunch, with a Chinese theme.  Then head to a pub which costs a little more than normal to frequent.  I pull out my laptop for the second time ever in this pub, negotiate a connection to the Internet, which is the real reason i came in here in the first place and enjoy.  I'm sitting with my back to the flat screen TV because there is Olympics stuff showing and then from nowhere I am on a TV web site watching the Olympics opening ceremony, yes the Olympics at my brains.  Fortunately it was only a small part of it, both brains and ceremony I watched and had eaten, I survived, just about and am intact to tell the tale.  In the meantime on catch up TV I see BB in action.  It is a little bit of sanity which ran the same time as the big O.  In fact the eviction night was termed an Olympic eviction.  There being 8 possible evictees. But we all know before the program began the most likely candidate is a girl who is a bitch big style.  A silly girl who represents all the worse aspects of the upper classes, a typical stereotype who has typical stereotypical behaviour in every sense.  She'd win the bitch gold medal any day.  I could bitch about this contestant forever. It would not change her or me so I'm going to let it go, just like an Olympic javelin, or discus or some other Olympic object which is hurtled through the air at great speed for as far as possible.

As I said.  The Olympics has eaten my brain and I can't help having to repeat the word as frequently as possible.  I'll get over it once my brain starts to regenerate.  Which could be an Olympic effort.  I hope not.  Going back to Caroline.  I just can't help myself.  If she does get kicked out of the BB household then it will be a little boring.  Her bitchy nature is evil but something you enjoy watching.  She has spent the entire next week's shopping budget on chocolate goods.  With the strong impression she will get voted out.  And how right she was, because there is no way she'd be able to endure a full week with a house full of irate people who hate her selfishness.  At first it seems like a wonderful idea, especially to Caroline, and the initial laughter of being naughty on such a scale is infectious to viewers.  Luckily we are viewers because otherwise we'd all have a lot to say about her, to her, living off chocolate for a week is not a fun task.  It is an awful thing to do.  The result is anger, stewing anger by the majority of the house.  BB surely can not allow such a shopping budget to be endured for the week ahead.  Teeth will decay, weight put on, and malnutrition begin to set in.  I'd seriously consider taking a starvation protest against it.  I got a few extra pounds on my belly, so not eating will make me a little lighter.  Whether i'd be able to endure it I don't know, but the intention most certainly would be there.  But again just think of how much fun it would be if she was not kicked out and then had to endure the consequences of her actions.  We all know this didn't happen.  One thing she is not and that's an Olympic endurance athlete.

The count down takes place the doors open and Caroline leaves the household.  She is shouting with the crowd "get Caroline out, get Caroline out" it sounds like a weird defiance to the world.  Or the voice of a crazed woman who is doing and saying anything so as not to face her own guilt trip.  She's putting on a façade one which looks quite similar to mental illness and barely can watch.  She appears to have no insight into her own personality and the effects of her own choices.  She just doesn't get it.  I can see it was a favour to have kicked Caroline out of the BB house, I now have no doubt she should of been kept in there.  After all BB has an Olympic deviousness to get the most out of it's contestants.  A lot more could of been milked from giving Caroline ever worse tasks than she'd had before.  She is interviewed and shows no remorse, because she has Olympian selfishness, Olympian arrogance and Olympian denial.  How can such a person go through life in this manner?  I don't fully know, except not to give her the pleasure by being nonplussed by it all.  Then confessing to loving chocolate more than anyone else.

Olympics nightmare, another moan - go away

This morning was a nightmare when I put the radio on.  I love serious news items in the morning, I live for them, they are the food which helps kick start my cerebral day. So I plug in the radio, let it select the normal channel and it's a discussion about the Olympics.  Not so good.  A bit unlucky but I suppose expected, I select another channel, and again it's about the Olympics, being broadcast from the Olympic venue.  I selected channel after channel in need of talk radio programs but each blooming one was some version of news and discussion about the Olympics.  The weather forecast said it would rain this morning so I took an umbrella out with me and didn't need it.  But no matter what I did, getting away from anything about the Olympics was like trying to escape from Colditz which should be an Olympic sport.  It wasn't a great start to the day.  Considering I have to walk past a large screen public TV on the way to the Fish Factory.  A TV whose purpose is to follow every Olympic event there is for the general population.  Of all things I will not see the opening ceremony, I just could not care less about it.  Stop the whole thing and build some state of the art hospitals in place of it, then you will have my attention.  Don't get me wrong in thinking I am an anti-Olympic moany old git, I am not.  I love the Olympics.  My love is enormous for the Olympics, providing it is in a different country.  It should be in Mongolia, which sounds like the perfect country for the Olympics to me.  Far away but still watchable on TV, absolutely perfect.

I found out only the other day even cyclists will get a fine if they cycle in an Olympic lane.  I wonder how they will police it for cyclists?  London's taxi drivers also wanted to demonstrate against the Olympics because they have been excluded from using the lanes.  However, under some obscure act they banned the demonstration to a lesser part of London so it would have no effect.  The true fact of the matter is Londoners feel pretty unhappy about the whole thing.  Bile boils when it is discussed.  The amount of disruption it is going to cause for commuters is enough to ensure both the government and the mayor get voted out of office come their next elections.  Reason has not been allowed to be used.  Sensible suggestions have been swept aside as though they have no meaning to the great high and mighty command and control organization called LOCOG (London Olympics Organizing Committee).  If there is ever a group of people who have cotton wool in their ears it is this group.  If people get fined for using the Olympic routes and can not put up with the traffic chaos caused then they will find a way around it.  You don't have to be Einstein to consider the things disgruntled and annoyed people can do, and certainly to miles and miles of road which has special Olympic status.  There's over a 100 miles of it in all, and there are extra special lanes where no authorised persons can go.  It's all the brain child of a certain ex Olympian runner who has his roots in the wrong political party. 

Hell I just can't stop myself from moaning about the whole thing.  It's like one big moan festival.  There should be a help group for Londoners who don't want the Olympics to disrupt their lives, who want the old normal very busy and nearly but not quite chaotic London back.  For with the big "O" event it will not be the old London it will be a London which will be bought to it's knees.  London can not sustain road closures and special treatment for the very few.  Unless of course it happens the whole thing gets moved.  To Mongolia.  Then London and Londoners will be quite happy.  Bring back Genghis Khan I say, I sure bet he would have a thing or two to say.  I wonder if he likes self-help groups.

The Olympic Flame, where's my bucket?

I saw the Olympic flame today.  The pomp and ceremony attached to it, the sponsors and not very large crowds who waved as it went by.  As an event I thought it mildly uneventful.  I wondered really was this an Olympic flame?  I thought in all reason it could not be, it was a flame which represents the Olympics, but not an Olympic flame.  It's fuelled by butane or some other gas.  Whatever it runs on is the substance of the flame.  A truly Olympic flame would be fuelled by a common material to Greece.  Olive wood, olive oil or some other substance.  I saw an imaginary discussion with people behind the scene and what they did when the flame went out just-like-that with no explanation.  In the Tower where King Henry's ex wives had stayed.  A beefeater on standby pulling out a lighter he had tucked in with a packet of ciggies from a hidden pocket, then lighted it up afresh for the next morning.  I suppressed my inner urge to get a bucket of water and throw it at the thing, the event and all the pomp.  All of which being part of the 9.3 billion pounds it cost.  Big Momma said to me in her own insight, "we have money for the Olympics but we can't buy a house for the homeless in London."  She's right as well.  Quite a few houses could of been built with this amount of money, quite a few people sheltered.  How difficult it was not to swing a bucket over it, full of water, but probably a fire hose would of been better.

Every moment I think about the Olympics and the cost of it to the UK bile boils up.  I know I should just get on with life and let go.  Yet can't help this irrational mood.  Or it could be it is not at all irrational.  Not at all stupid to ask questions like why are so few people actually going to see the events live?  Why have sponsors been allowed to completely hijack the event and hold London to ransom?  Why will every Londoner continue to pay for this event over the coming years?  And certainly in a recession could this money of been spent better elsewhere?  Defo on this point, big defo. Even a shower in the strongest acid known to science would barely scrape the surface of Olympic question and discontent, which will never be answered because it can not be clearly justified.  Shut up!!!!!!

Otherwise the day has been fine.  Sun came out for a while and warmed everybody up.  Birds tweeted in happiness of the weather change.  Then I met Layabout Lad for lunch and he told me about his job working at a Cinema.  It's his first real job for which he gets paid real money.  At minimum wage of course.  He is enjoying the work but finds he is in an ethnic minority, he's a white male.  He tells me of his experiences and how some of them have been pretty challenging.  How he has dealt with them and grown.  It is pretty amazing to see him this happy.  It's not a job I can see him doing for longer than six months at most, he would of out grown it and hopefully will move on.  The cinema is hectic and it seems training and support for new starters is near non existent.  Yet he continues and I'm happy for him because he is happy.  If he saw the Olympic flame and thought like I have then he'd probably have something to moan about as well.  For now he'll just take a free drink from the sponsors, well sponsors are good for some things, but not a lot others.