Sport I think the word for the Olympics opening ceremony in Greece was gloopy. Pacing wise it reminded me of the film Saving Private Ryan. Began with lots of bombast and excitement, then an hour and a half of people walking around before an impressive finish. After five years of being exposed to Greek culture through Fani it was interesting being able to spot cultural icons and references, especially during the extended history lesson. Unintentional amusement at hearing Barry Davis, sports commentator extraordinare reading this script; intelligent man to be sure but being told in that voice about DNA Helixes and the dawn of civilisation felt odd. But not as odd as the appearance of Bjork, who we love but seemed alightly out of place -- Natasha Atlas not available? Nostalgia abounded for the Manchester Commonwealth Games where I volunteered in 2002 -- and a certain amount of envy at seeing the jumpsuits the volunteers are wearing in Athens. Who could forget the purple monstrosity I had to wear. At least this time I'll have a chance to see more than one sport...
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