The many and various ways I pass the time now has a new addition. Usually it involves drinking coffee whilst sitting at a computer keeping in touch with chums, or sipping wine sitting on our tiny terrace catching the sun, and wondering what else I can do to avoid any cleaning or tidying or putting away of stuff and things that aren't even MINE. And now I am going to type this blog. Provided that doesn't become a chore as well, in which case...

Sunday, 12 August 2012

My Olympic Overview

I had not thought I would watch much of these Olympics. I might have tried harder to avoid them, but in the end I didn't, I gave in with something approaching good grace and joined in, a bit.

But I did not cheer, I was not swept along. I did not experience ecstasy and euphoria, I did not eulogise and yodel. I just watched and witnessed and thought oh! well done. I didn't think WE won anything. I thought THEY did tremendously well.

I wondered at how much Lottery funding had helped Team GB in the past decade or more, and mused about whether (in the UK) our Music, Art, Dance and Theatre might also impress the world and improve exponentially if its exponents and proponents received more kudos, congratulations and cash. I wondered whether we'd have even better medics, nurses, social workers and carers if we all got our shoulders and shekels behind them and SHOVED. I pondered if our Maths, Science and Technology teachers and the talented youngsters in their classes might like to have pedestals and medals. I even strayed wildly off-piste into the idea of international competitions for poets, orators and sit alongside the athletic Olympics again, as once they did.

Being an ex-teacher I see sport as just a part of the curriculum. I'd like to see other equally valid subject areas given a boost. Am I a grumbler or a grouch for thinking this? I hope not...


  1. Not having TV here, we were an Olympics-free zone, though I did follow the headlines on the BBC website.

    An interesting perspective, Baby Sis, which sent me off to do a bit of googling as to where the lottery funds actually go and I found this:
    which shows that the arts also get their fair whack of lottery cash. I'm guessing a good few of your other areas benefit from the Big Lottery Fund, but agree that the competition and kudos aren't the same. Sadly they don't make good TV viewing, says she cynically.....

    PS Any chance you could take off the word verification? I find the new version even harder to decipher. Sigh....

    1. It's not the money other areas of life necessarily needs, it's the media attention, hype and public support. There is fabulous talent and tremendous endeavour being pulled out of the hat by young people in the UK that rarely receives much wider recognition. If more of this were shown on our screens then older people might not have such a "down" on younger people, or be so afraid of them.

  2. Thank you for visiting my blog, I hope you enjoy the bike shed - some exciting developments planned... when I get round to them.

    Excellent photo on your title - is that Snowdonia; Lleyn or Anglesey perhaps?

    1. Sorry, Bike Shed, only just looked back and spotted you query. It's Barmouth beach, and I suppose the hills on the horizon are those of the Lleyn Peninsula.