Dear Danny boy,
Thank you for such a lovely Opening Ceremony, for reminding everyone of what the Olympics is really about. I had to queue for almost two hours to get into Victoria Park (And down a bottle of red wine because we didn't realize we couldn't bring our own booze into the park) but you somehow made that line-up worthwhile.
From the get go, thousands of people sat around me in awe of the theatrical masterpiece you put together and laughed our asses off at Mr.Bean and James Bond. Our Welshman shed a tear as he sang along to the national anthem and we screamed and applauded Queenie for her sense of humour as we watched her 'skydive' out of the plane.
Thank you for giving the girls something to swoon over; Beckham looked delicious as he effortlessly cruised along the Thames. I appreciate you highlighting children, the NHS and little unknown gems such as the Arctic Monkeys. Here's hoping you at least include the Spice Girls in the closing ceremony though...
That was soon forgotten as we all sat down to watch the teams parade into the stadium. We behaved like wutless Bajans as our 7 athletes strolled onto the track and ignored the stares of everyone around us who probably questioned why these white kids were behaving so badly. We couldn't stop smiling.
And last but not least, the fireworks added the finishing touch and everyone in the park hugged, held hands and swayed with a warm fuzzy feeling, truly excited for what the next two weeks would bring.
It may not have been the most expensive, the most elaborate or the most exciting opening ceremony in the history of the Olympic Games but it was the most British and I was so happy to be a part of it.
Thanks again Danny boy.