We did the games opening in style. Funny old atmosphere in town, charged up like a mid-summer NYE. But a premium one, as the millennium was. We were off to a friend’s haus party, 14th floor, overlooking the stadium – ticking every box. That block must’ve been jumping that night with the amount of revellers piling in and out of the lifts all the way up. Oops shame they broke.
With the ceremony projected on one side and East London falling away in front – where to look?? The stadium glowed away like Close Encounters. The post-mortem the next day? Everyone loving most of it, though the mum wasn’t so sure about the second half. If she were at the helm she’d be celebrating M&S’ returns policy and John Lewis’ customer service. But you can’t please everybody.
