This week, I suffer from a bad case of Olympic withdrawal. But never fear! I’ve got a new short story out.
On Sunday, I have to go through the five stages of grief. First there is denial; then there is anger, fear, depression and then acceptance. By Monday morning, I think I’ll already be in anger and by the end of the day, fear. Why am I having to experience the cycle of grief? Because it will be the end of our Olympic summer.
And the Paralympics is just extending my level of denial. They have been fascinating and gripping but they’ve been putting off the inevitable and it has fed my newly developed celebrity crush on blade runner, Oscar Pistorius. But the Olympics have to come to an end. I mean, what am I going to watch on telly now?
There has been lots of new drama advertised on the TV but nothing has been as dramatic as watching the ultimate sports fest on the goggle box. I remember watching Super Saturday on the track. Jessica Ennis, Greg Rutherford and then hiding behind my eyes as Mo Farah won the 10,000 metres. The next day, in a fit of Bradley Wiggins fervour and it being impossible for me to grow side burns, I bought a new bike. I intended to ride to St Neot’s and back. It’s a good job I didn’t manage it as I could have found myself on the A1 and raspberry jam. I did make it to Great Paxton though and then I crashed out on the sofa, waking up to see Andy Murray win gold in the tennis.
I even managed to get in some Olympic action myself. Unfortunately it wasn’t with Oscar Pistorius, more’s the pity. Mind you; were miracles to happen and I was to come across the super-fit sprinter, I’d be bound to put my foot in it. See, I’ve done it already. I and a pal from Uni went to see the women’s boxing. It really was the most spectacular experience. Whilst commuting on the DLR to the Excel arena, there was the fuzziest feeling of good will everywhere. Going into the arena, it was an oasis of calm and enthusiasm. The volunteers were the salt of the earth and the police were greeting all of the visitors; even those holding small machine guns.
I sat through the semi-finals and saw both Nicola Adams fight her way into the final and Irish Katie Taylor, who has taken women’s boxing to the next level. The atmosphere was electric and the noise phenomenal. Amir Khan put in an appearance as did the Prime Minister David Cameron. Amir got a big cheer. Cameron didn’t. I’m so glad I managed to get those tickets, they were worth every penny. We really felt as if we were watching something special, new and pioneering. In fact, all things being equal, there should be a men’s division for synchronised swimming. It would only be fair.
The Olympics were very special and it was something we did ourselves. I doubt we’ll ever see it again in the
UK in our lifetime but for this summer, and Team GB produced the extraordinary. So when you tune into reality crap like X-factor or see spoilt semi-celebrities; think of those amazing Olympians and Paralympians. They are hard working, dedicated; and it goes to show, if you want something bad enough and are prepared to put in the effort, you can make magic. Or even write stories. London
If you are suffering from Olympic and Paralympic withdrawal, you can buy my new short story ‘The Hare and the Gallows Tree’ from Amazon. There’s heroes, villains and a very large rabbit.