TSDOAL2012OV – On The Home Straight

The way I have written the title of this entry makes it look as if the first letters of each word form some kind of clever acronym, but in fact OTHS means absolutely nothing and any of you hoping for a witty hidden meaning should really know better considering my pathetic efforts at abbreviating the whole of this project, which still just looks like I mashed the keyboard with my palm.

In fact, on the home straight is merely a clever use of some athletics terminology to denote the fact that there are just two days left of the Olympics, and that this may indeed be the penultimate entry in the Diary. Or it may not. Depends if anything else interesting happens. I GUESS YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO COME BACK AND SEE FOR YOURSELVES! (No but seriously, tell your friends about the diaries before everybody has forgotten what an Olympic is.)

As things start winding down, people start to get de-mob happy (a term which comes from soldiers who are about to become de-mobilised and so stop following orders, aptly employed here as we really are soldiers of the Olympic Park, especially when we zip our polo shirts all the way to the top and it kind of looks a bit like some kind of military uniform albeit one which would only work as camouflage in a florists). Yesterday I attempted to get my photo taken with the Olympic Torch once again, this time at the Samsung booth where they were charging £15 for a nice framed one. On jokingly asking for a volunteer’s discount, I was discreetly taken to the side where I was offered a photo IN RETURN FOR MY LUNCH VOUCHER!

To fully understand the magnitude of this absurdly one sided deal, a perusal of my generous critique of the canteen food is necessary. Off you go.

Back now? HI AGAIN!

Anyway, this murky black market for goods had thus far been hidden to me, and I wasn’t about to start indulging in shady deals – after all, I do enough sneaky trading with my badges so I declined the offer and headed to the Coca Cola building where I got a picture for free.

I also walked past Keri-Anne Payne, some girl who did lots of swimming the other day but only came 4th and who I wouldn’t have recognised other for the fact that she’s absolutely bangin’ her picture was on the front cover of the previous day’s Programme. It occurred to me I could ask her for a photo since it is so near the end I doubt I would get told off, but then I remembered she had come 4th and I don’t want to be associated with losers.

Lastly just a quick update for those of you wondering how the buses are going: GREAT. I do admit that I generally fail to mention them in every single diary entry, but this is simply because I want to entertain you rather than provide a cure for insomnia.