Interesting day today. Not historically; perhaps best known for the guillotining of Marie Antoinette and the creation of the Walt Disney Co (every cloud….). But today marks the exact half-way point between the night of the announcement of London winning the Bid for the Olympic games in Singapore in 2005 (and what a night – see posting ‘To Paul’ of 20 Oct 2008) and the opening day of the 2012 Games. But despite all the good progress headlines were dominated by Nortel’s decision to seek Ch 11 bankruptcy protection thus jeopardising their investment and involvement in the event, quite possibly. Will they be the only sponsor to back out of the Games? – I’m not sure.
Also checking out this week is George Bush of course. I’m not sure he deserves the handle as the worst President of all time. He’s had to deal with some major frigging issues which would have tested the best of men. I’m not a fan of his; don’t get me wrong. But in compensation for being a dangerously bad leader of the gang, he has probably been the best language strangler in the last 50 years. The world will not miss his leadership but I for one will miss his bon mots; some of his best:
‘They misunderestimated me’ – the classic quote
‘The illiteracy level of our children are appalling’ – I wonder why?
I’m honoured to shake the hand of a brave Iraqi citizen who had his hand cut off by Saddam Hussain’ – now that’s magic
‘More and more of our imports come from abroad’ – v. insightful
‘It’s clearly a budget. It’s got lots of numbers in it” – just profound
‘Amigo. Amigo!’ – to Italian PM Silvio Berlusconi at G8 summit.
Also checking out next season, Ron Dennis at McClaren F1 (Ferrari and Moseley win) and President Ramon Calderon at Real pain-in-the-arse Madrid. See you senor.
On a more permanent basis it’s kind of sad to say farewell to Patrick McGoohan brilliant actor, producer, director and, I guess, ultimate prisoner of his character portrayal of The Prisoner, No 6. Also Sir John Mortimer; barrister, raconteur , champagne socialist and author of Rumpole of the Bailey. And David Vine BBC sports commentator whose avunular style stimulated the growing interest in snooker and ski-ing in the 70’s.
I think I’m in a relective kind of mood at the moment.