The last time the locals got this excited was when they changed the sequence of the traffic lights on Cemetery Junction.
These hardy revellers set up three hours before the event.
The whole thing was typical olympics of profiteering ("Today Only: Olympic Cheeseburger £2.60") & patriotism verging on the jingoistic.
Man selling tat to locals.... ....who promptly drape themselves in it!
Missing from the classic Olympic mix was the expected incompetence. It really was well organised at least in Wallisdown.
We also had typical British eccentricity:
This man decided to dress from the 1940's, when our fire had to be delivered by air from Germany.
And finally after the sponsorship vehicles passed by (basically lard, sugar & bankers) the fiery stick itself arrived
We applauded, we cheered, we went home mumbling about how historic events really weren't as impressive these days. Perhaps it's the recession.
What a difference a year makes.
If someone had passed you brandishing a burning torch a year ago, you would be convinced the riots had reached your town.
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