... but I've seen it on Day One.
and if the reception in Plymouth gives any indication of what the Olympics means to the ordinary people, then it's definitely time to claim it back from the naysayers, because we are in for one great big party as the Olympic torch relay makes it way around the UK for the next seventy days. It was worth the effort just to hear countless people saying things like...
'This will only happen once in a lifetime, I have to be here...'
and to feel the same, watching as hordes of people walked in from all over the city, and all of us laughing and chatting together as we waited.
We joined the merry throng.. tens of thousands of them lining the streets of the West Country to welcome the flame and stake our own personal little claim on a bit of London 2012, which we've helped to pay for after all and are unashamedly looking forward to. Plymouth was overcast but thankfully dry, because Plymouth really knows how to do rain, and Smeaton's Tower up on the Hoe, with a lick of paint, was looking resplendent.
We cheered the torch along Royal Parade yesterday evening...
and Bookhound, inspired at the sight of someone else running with pride, scorched the earth beneath his feet in pursuit of the flame, sprinting the 1500 metres (ish) from here to the Barbican in under four minutes (we feel sure) to be in position to catch it again with new bearers... this group were loving every minute
If you can get to a relay route nearby then definitely go. It is worth it if only to come away with a dose of feel-good factor and some sense of national pride in the midst of these tough times.... but if you are also looking forward to the Games as much as we are, then yippeeeee we are now really on the countdown to London 2012.
Expect more, and little else on here come July 27th.