Pride, hard-work and the genius of Danny Boyle aside, not everybody was feeling the 2012 Olympic opening ceremony. Apparently certain aspects of the show were lost in translation. Which begs the question, what's not to understand? JK Rowling, Bean, Bond, The Queen, Beckham on a boat, Mary Poppins, Suffragettes, Hey Jude, Ska, Punk, The Stones and Kenneth Brannagh in top hat and tails reciting Shakespeare. All very globalised images of Britishness that translate from Azerbaijan to Zimbabwe.
But you can't please everybody.
Tory mp, Aidan Burley, already sacked as a ministerial aide for attending a Nazi themed stag party, called it 'the most leftie opening ceremony I have ever seen....more than Beijing, the capital of a communist state! Welfare tribute next?'
I appreciate Burley clarifying, to fellow Nazi compadres, that Beijing is indeed the capital of a communist state. Twitter continues to be the noose with which many buffoons hang themselves.
"We could be heroes."
London combined some of the best and most distinct aspects of Brit culture with its multiculturalism. Doreen Lawrence, Mohammed Ali, Daniel Craig, Macca, that haunting dance to Abide With Me, percussionist Dame Evelyn Glennie, the construction workers lined up to see their hard work come into fruition, Chariots of fire, the volunteers, dancers, Sierra-Leone scraping together their funds to represent and the Fijian flag bearer. All in all, a job well done.
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