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They’ve put up big gantries over Oxford Street with spotlights on top of each one. They’re supposed to be shining the Olympic rings onto the clouds, but you just get a load of random blobs, like some alien spacecraft is coming down to invade. All in all it’s very unconvincing.

Someone mentioned wrong kind of clouds, but I’m not sure they meant it.

I still haven’t heard a convincing argument for London getting the games. In fact, I can’t even think of a reason why they should come here. We’ve got terrible public transport, a crowded city and the disdain of the world. So, three out of three there.

Oh, and of course, we can’t get any rings on the clouds.

Hmmm…

Richard was in subbing today, reliving his days as Herr Flick, and re-acting just about the only scene I remember from Allo Allo:

INT. HERR FLICK’S BUNKER.
Phone rings. Flick answers.

FLICK
Flick, ze Gestapo.

Pause.

FLICK
No, I said Flick ze Gestapo.

Of course, it works far better when he does it himself.

Rather scarily it’s almost twenty years since he did it for real on TV.

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