At some point in the near future, I will actually get off my sofa.
I reckon I’ve been here since July 27th, when Danny Boyle’s £27m spell-binding, eye-popping, musical, theatrical masterpiece of all things jolly well British sent us all into a sporting frenzy.
Okay, my Olympic obsession hasn’t been quite that extreme. But it’s true to say there have been times when London 2012 has been so compelling it has left me rooted to the spot, gazing on in awe.
Here’s a few things, in no particular order, the 30th Olympiad has taught me:
1. Pass some coins over the counter at your local newsagents and you’ll still get a quality product in exchange. Reporters, photographers and subs on regional and national papers have excelled themselves with the depth and quality of their coverage and design. The Times takes the gold medal for its magnificent wraps, especially the ‘Mod Rule’ special for Bradley Wiggins’ time trial success.
2. The BBC’s coverage has been a joy. Rightly panned for its Jubilee flotilla disaster, no such criticism can be levelled this time round. Pundits such as Ian Thorpe, Michael Johnson and Mark Cavendish have been superb; Clare Balding on sparkling presenting form. The very swanky BBC Olympics app is a must-have; the red button interactive guide a triumph. I’ll let them off for Trevor Nelson commentating on the opening ceremony. Just.
3. If we really must have an Olympic football tournament and a Team GB in it, we should’ve picked Beckham. We just should have.
4. Social media has seen its fair share of winners and losers too. Racist tweets have seen athletes expelled. Those silly spectators trying to capture, share and discuss their Olympic memories were entirely to blame for the communications breakdown in the cycling road races, preventing organisers receiving crucial timing and positional updates (according to the IOC anyway). Fortunately the good has outweighed the bad – personal bests have come from @TeamGB @RoyalMailStamps @ryanlochte and many more.
5. ‘Super Saturday’ made me wish I’d
not “forgotten” my PE kit so often at school. It was the single greatest sporting day ever on these isles, bar none (well, since Darlington won the 1989-90 GM Vauxhall Conference title at least).
6. Legacy. Okay, I thought it was nonsense and only used for comedic effect on TwentyTwelve, but there’s already encouraging signs. The Local Government Association says councils across the land are reporting surges in use of leisure facilities. My eldest has even spent a week at a trampolining club after watching Kat Driscoll perform for GB. Legacy? Like, totally.