The Hey-Ho-Lympics

From all the competitive challenges over the next 17 days, only a few will cater to my Olympi-likings:

~ Gymnastics ~ (female only) 

~ Synchronized Swimming ~ (which is women only anyhow)

~ Equestrian ~ female riders only.

~ High Diving ~ (women's - but don't mind the occasional bloke-dive)

                               
I'm not being deliberately sexist here, I merely find the female of the species naturally attunes to such events far more artistically than that of their testosterone counterparts.   I suppose it's down to grace and a taste, that divides the line for me.

Anyhow, keeping on track * groan*, I'm dying to see our Olympics Opening Ceremony.  Beijing's was astounding in 2008 and if Britain is wanting to equal or top it, then they better HAD bring it about via the rumours hopping from tabloid to tabloid. But dancers, prancers, fireworks and massive groups of entertaining youths with flags is a must.


One other aspect of the British madness right now, is the cost of erecting 17 (last minute) sandstone boulders, sitting on top of 8ft high steel poles. This is in association with where the Olympic Sailing Events will take place (in Dorset) and a marshy field is 'hosting' the sculpture.  This has cost the taxpayer £335,000 which, needless to say, has angered the public given our economic meltdown.  Government uses this halfhearted attempt to try to convince us it's mainly been lottery tickets sales and direct arts councils that has funded this future 'landmark'. 

 A mystery guest will be settling the torches' final journey flame for the next 17 days.  So, I would be mega delighted if that important flame to start the games was lit by my biggest heroine, the little Olympian Goddess of all time:


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