A grand day out
Yesterday, Mrs FEEG and I trolled along to the Olympic Stadium to see the morning athletics session. It was great fun.
The journey there, after getting up at silly o’clock, was easy; a Thameslink train to St Pancreas, and then, using the Travelcard provided with the Olympic tickets, the Javelin High Speed Train to Stratford International. Very quick and easy.
After a short walk, which did not trouble even my manky knee, we sailed through the security checks quickly and easily. These were manned by servicemen and women rather than G4S people and so they were much more sensible than you come to expect at airports. Then into the Stadium, where we saw some great athletics. The only swiz was that Jessica Ennis had pulled out of the Womens’ 100m hurdles, saying she needed a rest and a few glasses of wine. I don’t blame her. We did see some good runs by the GB women’s hurdlers and 1500m runners, qualifying for the next stages. We also saw that magnificent final discus qualifying throw by Team GB’s Lawrence Okoye. By the noise in the stadium, you would have thought he had won the gold medal. We also saw the petulant sulking by that Algerian runner who decided he did not want to be in the Mens’ 800m.
After that session, we had a a quick, light lunch. Not a McDonalds, I hasten to add, although there are two huge ones in the Olympic park. There was a huge choice of food on offer. The only problem was that there were not enough seats for everyone to sit down to eat it. After lunch we had a quick look round the Park, and a coffee. The Olympic volunteers were all magnificent and very helpful, and the whole atmosphere in the Park was really exciting.
Finally, after staggering back to Stratford International, we got the Javelin back to St Pancreas (yes, I know, just my little joke), where we found, to our delight, a Carluccio’s on the station concourse. Having stuffed our faces with some great Italian nosh, we staggered back home on the train and crashed out, exhausted. All in all, a Grand Day Out and a great advertisement as to what Britons can do, if they are just allowed to get on with things!