What can I say? Since I last wrote I've been to see Russia play Brazil in Basketball (for a fiver), New Zealand play Argentina in Women's Hockey (another fiver), and a session of Swimming heats (slightly more than a fiver, but I'm glossing over that). The Olympic Park is amazing. It's enormous, on a staggering scale. Once you get in the main gates it's a full 20 minute walk to the Velodrome, and I think there are bits beyond that.
I managed to get a couple of tickets to the go into the park, but not to watch any sport. No sport?! I wasn't having that! I was however in luck, as there is the concept of recycled tickets. When fans leave a venue whilst something is in progress, for instance after the first match of a two match session, their tickets are resold on the cheap to patient punters like Mrs L and I. Some fairly heavy-duty queueing was required, but my twitching genes made this fly by - I just pretended there was a Blyth's Reed Warbler in the kiosk, and patiently stuck it out. Oh hang on, the longest I've ever waited to see a Blyth's Reed Warbler is roughly four minutes, after which I got bored and wandered off - I've yet to see one in fact, and declined one on Shetland a couple years ago on the grounds I might have died of boredom. The queue wasn't as boring as a non-descript browny Acro, but it was longer. Still, for a fiver you can't really argue, and I even discovered that for reasons unknown I am a huge fan of Women's Hockey. Who knew?
|A German fan buys tickets|
This morning I went to the Swimming, courtesy of a lucky late-night website strike on one of those accredited tickets that are being released to the general public. Despite the somewhat eye-watering price, worse even than chlorine, I was astonished to get it, and couldn't type in my
|Delighted to see me|