The Rio Olympics are now officially under way ......................
The lead up reminds me of a works football team evening out many, many years ago. Having remained single and childless(?) I have always remembered a conversation I had during that evening. The friend with whom I had the conversation was following and has followed, as far as I am aware, the more accepted lifestyle. He married in his early twenties to a young lady he met at the office and a couple of years later they welcomed their first child. Back to the evening in question; in our general company a young lady produced pictures of her newly born baby and, as expected and as conditioned, every male and female examined the snaps of the newly born commenting on how he/she was indeed a very beautiful child. My friend leaned over and whispered in my ear. What they mean is "not bad but not as sweet and cute as our wee cherub". This remark always stayed with me as I drunk, caroused and misbehaved through my twenties, thirties, forties, fifties and so far my sixties. There have of course been a few attempts at partnered bliss but the call of the wild, opportunity, different experiences (?) and general shenanigans have always drawn me back to the fray! Cannot recall if this is similar to an Al Pacino speech or from the Sopranos!
Anyway back to Rio 2016; I feel that after London 2012 'our' media and sports commentators are hoping that '2016' is not too successful in either sports attainment, general organisation or the welcoming nature and behaviour of the population. It just would not do to discover that people all over the world are mostly kind and generous and, can organise a sports event.
