Okay. So I’ll admit we Brits can be cynical, snobbish and hard to understand plus all the rest of our faults, but I have to tell you that right at this moment I am very proud to be British.
I feel obliged to include another national characteristic and apologise over my blatant patriotism and assure you I won’t be offended if you stop reading right here, but if you wish to read on, I have to tell you that I’ve just been watching the Victory Parade being held for our Olympic and Paralympic competitors in London.
The streets on the route are jam packed. Mingling with the public are the Police, the Army, Navy, Air Force; thousands of volunteers from both events and thousands upon thousands of people, black, white and all the shades in between. They are all happy, smiling and relaxed. The police are handing their helmets to kiddies, soldiers are waving and laughing and should be proud at the brilliant job they did taking over from an inept security company.
I have seen a lot of events on the streets of London, but today I can honestly say there seems to be bigger crowds than when the Queen is having an event.
It’s bloody fantastic!
The memories I’ll carry away don’t involve us winning golds. The first is my tears during the Olympic Torch journey with a very badly injured soldier, brain damaged and with artificial legs grimly determined to complete his bit of the course [I will never, ever forget him.] Humour at the opening ceremony with the Queen taking part in a skit about parachuting in with James Bond; awe and humility seeing one legged guys hopping up to the high jump bar and throwing themselves over it; hope at hearing our politicians being booed four times at the paralympics arena and no doubt if the games were still on, more would have been included, and finally pride that we did it and did it well!