The Blues. A slow start. After the euphoria of an amazing opening ceremony, it
seemed like this waking giant we'd all been anticipating wasn't gonna be so big
after all. The streets were empty. The trains - empty. The hotels - empty. The
shops - empty.
Then something happened - a shift; Team GB started winning, the sun
shone and we all started believing. Right now you can't help but bump into
athletes all over east London and sports loving tourista all getting to grips
with the grime and unpredictability that makes this place so beautiful.
The White: There's a new commonality too - a new revised national identity - a
half-promise made a half century ago, now nearer fulfilment. It makes perfect
sense that we all celebrate 50 years of Jamaican independence and cheer on Team GB without
any sense of contradiction.
The Red: To cap it all I just saw The Stone Roses play - in my manor.
The Red: To cap it all I just saw The Stone Roses play - in my manor.
