Oh, the final day of the London2012 Olympics and it’s a beautiful sunny day. Not so sunny down here in the lower levels of the London Media Centre (normally known as the hub for the British civil engineer group), but we are happy anyway.
Was soon going to Skpye with the Toronto Olympic desk chief Dave Ashton as we have done each and every day for the past 20. But before that, time to dash upstairs for normal lunch of tea, banana and a muffin.
Staff in the lounge said the marathon should be going by soon. As a matter of fact right now, they offered. So with tea and muffin in hand, out I went through the front door, stood on the steps and watched the world of Olympic marathon running go by. Plus all sorts of TV media people in an assortment of vehicles. Truly fun experience.
So now time to return the office inside. Oops no security pass. Left it downstairs. Just going to get lunch after all.
“Sir, you don’t have a pass,” she said. Good observation, I thought.
“You can’t go in,” she said. Fine, go and get my pass, I countered.
“I can’t do that.” she said. Nobody in office. Now, can’t get there from here.
Enough of this. Just marched through, went downstairs and got not only my credentials for the building, but also my Olympic credentials.
Showed her and the security guard on the scanner both the passes.
“You need to wear that at all time,” he barked.
(Not much longer, I thought, not much longer.)
Oh, about the marathon. First Olympic event I have seen.
The Games, and the runners, have just flown by.