Olympic Flame

"Go on officer, please give me a light".  Well done to all of those that ran with the Olympic flame from Aberystwyth.  I dragged myself out of bed nice and early and was met with a pleasant surprise.  The position that I took along the promenade was exactly where four friends were stood and none of them are connected to one another! So I had a nice chat here and there, but had to keep apologising as I turned to the next person to chat to.  What a lovely start to what turned out to be a lovely day.  Made a little bit better with my Canon 600D and it's tilt screen that allowed me to hold the camera at extended arm height and shoot some shots from above the crowd.

Now don't get me wrong; I'm not a 100% happy as Lord Thingy and Boris messed up the 2012 Olympics for me and it might as well have been on another Continent.  That is until the flame came to Aberystwyth. When I say 'messed up' I don't mean that they went out of their way to nobble me.  Mind you, it does feel like that when our multiple bids for 5 family members materialised into 2 boxing tickets.  You don't have to be a maths genius to know that 5 into 2 doesn't exactly go, and I don't go to the Olympics either.  So it's a good job that Boris got re-elected and the Olympics came to Victoria Terrace in Abersytwyth on a lovely sunny day.  I waited for ages for the above shot while leaning to support my 300mm zoom lens.  I knew that if a few people moved out of shot and the torch carrier turned towards the policeman; then there was room for a caption, e.g. the one above or even "go on, tell us the way". 

My highlight of the day was taking a photograph of 'The Sun' photographer, taking a photograph of a policewoman and the above torch carrier.  Everyone expected it to make 'The Sun' tomorrow, but once the torch bearer got invited to sit on the Police bike, it was down hill for any other likely photographs.  The good news is; I may not be at the Olympics this time around, but at least I now have a little bit of the Olympic fever. Oh, unless of course Boris or the Lord want to send some free tickets my way?  You can find me on Facebook, I'm the Roger Bennett (AKA Lord Crindau) with the dark photograph holding a pint of beer. 

The reference to Lord Crindau being how someone addressed me in London over the weekend. "Well", he said, "I never thought that I would meet Lord Crindau".  Nice one matey, I thoroughly enjoyed that comment and it was nice to meet someone from St Julians in Newport South Wales.

Olympics

My Olympic money was here,

But now it’s gone,

For what and when I don’t know,

But for others there is none.

Oh London 2012,

You confused me with your ruse,

Not to sell the tickets,

Even to your muse.

I thought it was a celebration,

Chance to see the best,

Let’s hope there’s no black market,

But bidding like the rest.

Track, field or equestrian,

The system doesn’t say

My mind was blank,

But yet you made me pay.

How I longed to be there for you, 

At this feast of sport,

But now watching television,

I shan’t be your cohort.

Roger Bennett (all rights reserved)