Saturday 28 July 2012

An Olympic experience


Taking the little boy to the Olympics is something I've looked forward to for months now, and there's no doubt that Wee John enjoyed his big night out at Old Trafford on Thursday (he's the one in the foreground wearing the dung-coloured tee shirt).

And so did I.  Indeed, it was as fun as it was surreal. 


Hearing the chants of "GB" took a bit of getting used to but, as time went on, it did feel like a proper football match (it had a real referee, corner flags - everything).


And beach balls, which are always a bonus. 


And at the end, the many ladies in the sell-out crowd had the chance for a close look at serial shagger/Team GB(&NI) skipper Ryan Giggs (who presumably was speaking in Welsh following his refusal to sing the national anthem).

  
John and I then found a Chinese restaurant which which was still serving food and drink at 2am - you can't rush these things.  

 
Yes, I could definitely get used to having the Olympics on my doorstep.  Shame it will never happen again.