An old man on a moped
got lost on his way home,
and some how he found his way
into the velodrome,
no one seemed to stop him
as he went riding round,
like a chase scene from Benny Hill
without the theme tune sound
the cyclists chasing after him going round and round.
But no one wanted to overtake him at any stage
I think that was out of respect for h...
Wednesday 8th August 2012 8:31 pm
Jessica Ennis,The Golden Goddess
An exciting story was about to unfold,
'Twas Jessica Ennis' pursuit of gold.
Her path to glory began when she was ten,
Taking her to the Olympic final within the peel of Big Ben.
Brought up in a terraced in the city of steel,
Worked as a waitress ,might have served you a meal.
A humble dog lover with a personality that glo...
Wednesday 8th August 2012 4:49 pm
When Wally won the wellie wangin’ contest
It’s true that a few eyebrows had been raised
Cos Wally, he was never very sporty
His athletic prowess it was never praised.
And Mrs Simms, her that worked in the chemist
Was suspicious when old Wally had paid up
For twenty bottles of that there lovely Tixxylix
And Benyline, Cornovia and Vapour Rub.
Saturday 4th August 2012 6:55 am
(with great deference to the Bard of Brisbane, Kevin Bllody Wilson)
Whinge, whinge, fucking whinge. Whinge and fucking bleat.
“Take Your Marks, you cynics, for the next Olympic heat.
You’ll not need to train for years in order to compete,
So On Your Marks, you cynics, for the Freestyle Whinge and Bleat.
I hate the fucking guts of the fucking Corporates
Friday 3rd August 2012 10:18 pm
They won their medals in fantastic style,
Strained every muscle,going that extra mile.
Helen Glover and Heather Stanning, these are their names,
The women's rowing pair,G.B's first gold of the Games.
They were "oar" the moon as their triumph did unfold,
The first British women's rowing pair ever to strike gold.
An army captain and a P.E. teacher letting no-one pass,
Thursday 2nd August 2012 3:58 pm
Who brings the flame to signify
That peace now lights this land
On whose sure grip may we rely
Which body lends this hand
Upon whose face the gentle glow
To light the way for all
A worthy grasp of all that comes
With populace in thrall
The backers, hip to all things good
Whose strength may awe the meek
Are striding through our neighbourh...
Tuesday 31st July 2012 3:13 pm
I am British and I'm saying it out loud.
Once more, I’m British, and oddly I’m quite proud.
The dumpy dignity of her Majesty the Queen,
The shared anxiety seeing Zoe lift it clean.
Can our Manxman Cav be the first to cross the line.
And what colour will Becs’s swimming medal shine?
The lovely Lizzie lifted my spirits to the sky,
with tears of gladness when we both be...
Monday 30th July 2012 2:07 pm
“The floor is now free for Sylvia of Estonia.”
A wisp of coloured tinsel caught
on the upbeat of a gaudy circus air,
she occupies every part of her allotted space.
So focused, now, that she seems to move far
beyond the confines of this local sports centre
- a sylvan leap across the intervening years –
to where all eyes are fixed on an Olympic ...
Sunday 29th July 2012 7:34 pm
The Queen's helicopter parachute jump
I wonder what the rest of the world will think,
How far will their opinion of our Olympic ceremony sink.
So much going on hard to pick up on the screen,
A jumble of ideas,a thousand stories,transmitting what has been.
Personally,most of the time I was rigidly bored,
Like watching a football match when no-one has scored.
Saturday 28th July 2012 5:05 pm
12 OLYMPUS MOUNT
five ring doorbell
en suite yngling
good local fencing schools
Saturday 28th July 2012 4:19 pm
We waited hours for the torch to pass;
BMW bikes rolled platoons of police (all high fiving)
Past our aching feet
And flagging flags.
Spirits slowly sank,
Euphoria evaporating under the scouring sun.
Then the Murmur approached.
Life returned to our lifeless limbs
As acrobats cartwheeled along the white-lined tarmac;
Wednesday 25th July 2012 11:30 pm
We wuz avin a Nolmpics
Me bruvver Burt an’ me
Cos mum ad gorra strop on
An we cudden wotch no TV.
Well ah didden mean no arm
She didden need ter get so shirty
Ah only put our Rex in t’washer
Cos ee got hissen so dirty.
An, anyow, Burt didn’t mean ter
Break the green’ouse glass
But ees not reet good at football
An ee miss...
Saturday 14th July 2012 4:57 pm
Thump 'On your marks'
Thudda thudda thudda
Thudda thump thump thump
Breathe thudda thu... 'Get set'
Twitch, thudda, thudda, thudda
Tense, breathe, thudda, thud, thud,
Tense, br... 'Crack! ' thudda
One: Go! Go! Go! Stride!
Two: Go! Push! Thudda thud thud thud
Three: Go! Stride! Push thudda
Four: Stride burn strid...
Saturday 14th July 2012 4:28 pm
In the subway they’re cleaning the graffiti;
new mural with torch / jubilee theme.
Railway bridges receive fresh coats of paint.
Down-at-heel England attempting to gleam.
The schoolkids have made willow sculptures
of cyclists leading the way. At the park
where teenagers drink wine all night,
the beer tent is open all day.
The Olympics are coming to ...
Wednesday 11th July 2012 9:51 am
Tuesday 10th July 2012 3:44 pm
fail in the end
to leave their mark
on the memory
history’s greatest wall of fame
left in their tracks
by the cheated,
the last of their kind
or the ones quite clearly
out of their mind…
Eddie the eagle
propelling Britain to shame
plummeting to fame
Saturday 7th July 2012 8:09 pm
The Olympic Torch - so I am told - won't be coming my way
No chance of a fine white tracksuit: perhaps another day?
I play at how it might have been - with my own Olympic flame -
But a cigarette lighter waved aloft just doesn't seem the same!
Friday 6th July 2012 8:21 pm