Not to be outdone by Maymo, I wish to proffer my own offering to this esteemed blog feature.
You know I'm going to the Olympics, so when the route of the Olympic Torch goes through your own town and is literally a 10 minutes walk from your own house, well ... his7ory means that you have to go and see it, doesn't it?
Except it was due at 7.38 am on a Saturday morning. (I'm still shuddering at the thought of it now).
So to try and add to my Olympics experience as I'll be there in London, in August, at Wimbledon to watch Rafa play for Spain ... I thought I'd add this experience to my memory bank. So I forewent my Saturday morning lie-in and dragged my carcass out of bed. *gaah*
Readers ... it was totally uninspiring. If trucks bearing the brand "Coca Cola" are your thing ... then this if for you. But the "torch" itself was a total damp squib.
And I couldn't even bloody get a picture of it in focus and nearly missed the whole thing entirely!!
Not sure I should ever take the mick out of Maymo again!!
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