Showing posts with label olympics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label olympics. Show all posts
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
PottyMouthOlympiad
Have you been watching the Olympics? I have as much as I can. I want to, but feel a bit uncommitted. Every time I sit down to watch something, something boring is on read: triathlon/marathon/archery. Or I flick over while I am waiting for a big event - and then miss the whole race. Yes Usain. I missed your race. Silly, silly PMM.
My kids are big into the Olympics. And they have kindly informed me a couple of times that they think I should participate in the Olympics next time.
As someone who was always the "Most Improved" in our primary school netball team; as someone who spent more time in the library than learning how to dribble the ball; as someone who spent her lunchtimes in the school dark room developing photos, rather than warming up for the following PE class, I can safely say, we not going to see me donning the green and gold in four years. I hate to disappoint.
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Saturday, 28 July 2012
The Queen:: The Olympics
How great is Queen Elizabeth II? How great was her entrance to the Olympics? How great was the whole Opening Ceremony? Brilliant. So superbly executed, I was giggling, jaw gaping, loving it the whole time. It held me captive. I loved it so much.
Danny Boyle, you are a clever, clever man. And clearly the Queen has a brilliant sense of humour.
Of course my fabourite part was Bond and the Queen. What a riot.
Are you watching the Olympics like I am? I am determined to watch as much as possible.
How pretty was that pale peach confection? I don't think she ever puts a stylish foot out of place. And I loved the black gloves, clutch and heels - she is one cool grandmother.
Here's more on how they kept the Queen's cameo a secret since April!
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