BURN BABY BURN!
When I was little, my brother & I would pretend to be in the Olympics and would practice in this very back garden. We loved everything about the Olympics and still do. If we were lucky, dad would set light to some charcoal & wooden logs (as you see) and we would pretend it was the Olympic torch, whilst we competed in all the different events, the 100m sprint up the lawn, to the long jump (which actually happened in the flower bed), gymnastics on the swing (which is sadly no longer) and even the javelin with an old bamboo cane we found in the shed. Even better, if the Olympics was actually on the TV during the day, we would watch, before running outside and mimicing our favourite athletes who we'd just witnessed hours earlier. Whilst our make-shift torch burnt away, dad would sit, reading the paper, toppping the flame up when we would shout 'It's going out dad!!' You couldn't compete properly if the torch went out.
The London Olympic flame will be carried by no less than 8,000 torchbearers. When we were little, my friends & I would run around the block with a pretend torch. There was only 6 of us, some of whom I don't even see or speak to anymore and haven't for some years. I wonder if, come the beginning of the London Games, when they see the torch, they'll remember our torch-bearing efforts, around a small block of houses in Yorkshire?