Maybe it will arrive today, in a glorious explosion, I mused. As I went through security and had my bag searched by a very young man in army uniform, I started to look out for my Britishness, my sense of national pride which had so far eluded me.
Now, I have loved the Olympics: I haven’t been so addicted that I have had an exclusive relationship over the last two weeks, but I have definitely been dating. But, despite this relationship, I haven’t felt part of the British ‘Group Hug’.
I have watched in awe as these Olympians have performed. I have been inspired and impressed by their dedication, hard work and what they can get their bodies to do. And yes, I will also Continue reading