Before the evening kicked off Vinnie sent us a picture from his room at the university where he is staying, saying that he was sorry he couldn’t be with us to share in the spectacular …. He told us that he had showered and talced robustly after a hot and manic day of Games Makering and would be going down to the Student Lounge to watch the Opening Ceremony with a bottle of Vimto and bag of cheese and onion crisps, but he said his spirit would be with us in our lounge, but that put the willies up us and made us go bit spooky of a Derek Acorah nature. He added that he hoped that no one in the Student Lounge would dare to change the channel …. and want to watch ITV instead!
Meanwhile, back in Wolverhampton, we settled ourselves on the sofa, draped in our Ikea Union Jack tea towels ….
…. with an ample supply of confectionery type comestibles … Peanut M & Ms for me, Revels for Darrell and Vajazzles, as he likes to call them, for Nigel.
We told Nigel that between eating his Vajazzles he should drink the whole evening in because he was seeing real history being made. His favourite bit was all the drumming …. and now he wants a drum (heaven help us) …. All we can say is that after at least two hours the arms of those volunteers must have been really aching, they never stopped, they must have been really desperate to give them a good shake (and perhaps have a wee) It was all very wonderful and rhythmic, especially when we turned the volume up really, really loud, even the neighbours joined in ….. banging on the wall in mutual appreciation!We liked the Queen’s bit very much too…. and the lovely mirror she has in her hallway to check how she looks before she leaves the Palace especially caught our eye as we could do with something very similar chez nous, it didn’t look “Ikea” so we wonder if she had it from the Argos catalogue!It was all very British and at times we were a little overwhelmed and emotional, hence Darrell having to go and get some kitchen roll.When they lit the Olympic Cauldron …. we got mahoooosive goosebumps …everywhere ...
…. which meant that Nigel missed Paul McCartney’s bit (or old scrot face as Darrell calls him) but as we said in our earlier post …. he didn’t miss a lot! Vinnie was right … it was a sensory overload (the whole Opening Ceremony, not Paul McCartney's performance) … and there is still soooooo much more to come!