Be careful what you wish for:

Because you might just get the Olympics.

Still, I'm sure that it will be good for the East End and all that.

I just remember going to Sydney two years before the Olympics and finding all kinds of crazy stuff, and then going back after 2000 Olympics and it was all sanitised, but somehow still not clean.

It doesn't really bother me, because the odds of me being in London in 2012 are slim to none.

And I'm sure that it might actually be the only thing that could save Essex and East London from the absolute slumhood that it is sliding into.

I'm just a natural cynic when it comes to Crap like the Olympics. The millions spent on fifteen or so days of people running in circles, jumping over poles, swimming really fast and all the other stuff just doesn't fill me with the same excitement that everyone else seems to feel.

I remember about six months back... I in Covent Garden job hunting or sightseeing or both. Out the front of some Al Fresco dining area there was a Film Crew shooting a musical number for the promotion of the Games Bid. Something like waitresses, serving coffee, suddenly passed by a runner carrying the Olympic Torch are stirred into action and are transferred into astoundingly flexible dancers waving ribbons in twirls.

I actually liked watching them film the ad. I liked watching the dancers. I even liked watching the Diva lip-syncing to the backing tape.

Because that is the kind of stuff I dig. Random things. Arty things. Dancers and twirls and sometimes even Divas.

Once you take something artistic and make it a Sport (Artistic Gymnastics, for instance), all the Art seems to be sucked out of it, and you are left with a passionless and mechanical performance.

And that is what sport is to me sometimes. Dull Mechanical actions. No art, no style.

I'm rambling.
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I love the Advertising here in England. There seems to be a freer attitude. A disregard for the conservative nature of Advertising in Australia.

I like to entertain the idea that the reason I dropped out of Graphic Design was that my ideas were considered too weird by my Teachers and my peers. But I know that it really had more to do with my laziness and general despondency. How much that was a product of my miserable homelife at the time is a matter for speculation.

No matter.

Even if I had finished, the time was wrong for me.

I'm learning things, reading things, seeing things which I should have seen, read and learnt years ago. But for whatever reason they weren't available to me and I wasn't ready to see them.

Jeez my wrist hurts.

I'm running out of time.

Over and out.