I love the UK. It’s my home away, really, and I go back as often as I can. So I really wanted to like the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics, but I just couldn’t.
I’m not sure what went wrong for me, exactly. If I had to guess, I’d say it was a lot of little things, like a lack of unison on the choreography—from what I saw, things that should have been done in time were a bit sloppy. I realize it’s extremely difficult to manage that many people doing something all together, but . . . I don’t know. It was just off somehow.
Too, I think the broadcasting and editing did the show a disservice. Better camera angles might have made the whole of it seem more impressive. As it was, I went to bed disappointed. Though Her Majesty was a good sport about allowing herself to be co-opted, even if she appeared a tad severe whenever the camera turned her way. And the Rowan Atkinson bit was funny.
It will be difficult for me to keep up with the Olympics the way I’d like, what with being on the West Coast at the moment. And there’s only the one television in the house besides. I’m not at the point where I love watching any of these things on my computer, either. Though if I get desperate enough . . . Well, and I can always go out to my sports club and watch while getting in a workout. I’ll never be an Olympian, but I can at least be fit.