The Olympics gets every nearer. This morning the tube was rammed. Not with extra tourists, but with Olympic 'Games Makers'. These people who will be scattered around London, ready to give Olympic advice to anyone in need. To this end they have apparently had training in sensitivity and not being nervous. Plus they also have special T-shirts and lanyards. This particular bunch look neither sensitive nor confident as they shamble around awkwardly, blocking the doors and clogging up the carriage. I'm not convinced by their advice-ability.
'Excuse me. How can I win gold?'
'Um... I think you need to change at Leicester Square.'
I'm not up to speed with the Olympics yet. I was away when The Torch was carried past the end of my road, so I have not seen the light.
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The Little Chef Olympic. The breakfast of champions.
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