grumpyf1

An odd thing happened to me whilst watching the Olympic opening ceremony last week – I started feeling a strange sensation, like nothing I’d ever felt before. Whilst a mind-boggling array of ever more bizarre images appeared on my screen, something was stirring, deep inside me. I didn’t think it was the antibiotics, either. Fantastical scenes of pastoral Britain, industrial sprawl and belching chimneys, Wallander in a big hat looking smug, the olde-worlde NHS, a weird multi-Mary Poppins scene (that’s one of my bucket list crossed off, anyway....), The legend that is Mike Oldfield performing Tubular Bells 274, James Bond and The Queen parachuting from a helicopter, LOTS of dancing, fireworks, flaming rings, a damn clever Olympic torch and David Beckham’s oddly fixed grin (to name just a few) assaulted my eyes, whilst some of the best music ever to come out of this country played joyfully in accompaniment. And still the weird feeling grew slowly. Subtle Pink Floyd references caus...