It seems like I’ve heard of Crouch End somewhere in life, but have no clue where it is (sumwhere in’t bloody sowth, innit?) or in what context I might have heard of it.
No matter. Elaine was good enough to email me some snapshots she took of the hoopla surrounding the Olympic flame passing through Crouch End. This whole Olympic thing seems so remote to me here, naturally enough I suppose, since the only real-time window on the wider world at this house is the internet, and I don’t peruse the sports sections at all.
Still, I’d bet if the Olympics were held here in the Crystal River Valley, I’d be out there in a toga too.
So here’s some of the pics, captioned in Elaine’s own words. I hope I haven’t mangled the sequence too badly.
And here’s hoping Mrs. Romney’s dressage horse bites Willard in the nuts. On film.
Thanks Elaine, that was fun.