…I have never been into competitive sports since I was a child.
…The extreme emotional group-psychology around something so trivial always got my back up since I was knee-high.
…I was a black gay child of the 80s – the odds were stacked against me – I didn’t push the tide (GSOH required on that point – *laughs at self*).
…I got into independent sports in my 30’s (gym & running).
…I was never gonna be a sports mascot in this life.
…When I heard the UK won the bid to host I was happy for the achievement.
…Then the 7/7 terrorist attacks happened & I became and concerned about beating our chest in this global political climate – see I don’t have a frikkin bodyguard like those politicians who say “nerr-nerr-ner-nerr-nerr” to radical terrorists.
…Then the global downturn happened & we all realised the value & liquidity of money even more.
…Then global austerity happened & I became pissed off at this extravagant game in the name of national ego.
…Then I found I was paying for it in my council tax, being a Londoner. I was so angry about that I could’ve changed green like the hulk (I tried & failed a few times)!
…Then I found despite paying towards it I wasn’t going to get any free tickets. Proper pissed about that still.
…Then I got annoyed with all the British nationalist stuff being blasted at me on the back of the frikkin Queen’s Jubilee vomit (I’m British-Carribbean & have issues with coloniasm & anything overly celebrating the British Empire, remembering how it was built on the back of slavery and robbery sits uncomfortably with me).
…Then the ‘you should’ statements started happening & I became more intrenched in being non-plussed the more people pushed me to get onto the popularist view; I will think and feel what I want – I don’t do peer pressure.
…But I don’t wish the games, the athletes, or the people who are enjoying it bad – I just don’t get all the sign up to the for “bringing the world together” fart-foolish banging of the drum – the games have become corporate -pocket-laying-porn & state-porn, at it’s worst!
…At my most positive about it, I am really pleased what it does for young people to inspire them & give them alternative things to focus on – I respect that part wholeheartedly.
…The way I got excitied about it was to root for my friends Mark & Kev who were in the opening ceremony (well done guys!)
…And I enjoyed the production part of the opening ceremony.
…I loved Daniel Graig & the Queen’s entrance, David Beckam in the boat and Dizzy Rascal smashing it!
…I was dissapointed that such good ground made was lost by wheeling out that turkey Paul McCartney – I don’t understand why they treat him as a natinal treasure & recycle him at event major British event – he is no longer relevant, his songs are dry and he can’t sing; other modern British pop icons???
…Overall the London 2012 games neither inspires nor excites me.
…The games doesn’t benefit me personally in any way so there is no reason why I ‘should’ be excited about it.
…I’m not pouring scorn on it or anyone who enjoys it. I say: go enjoy yourself – I be I and you be you.
…I’m not an Olympic-cynic per-say – I’m just not emotionally invested into the nauseating ‘British/London’ aspect – trained seal I am not.
…I will watch some bits of it purely from a TV entertainment aspect (athletics events last on average 10-seconds – about my attention span-for any sporting event).