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Sunday, 29 July 2012
Happy Olympics!! .(scribbled at 21:38 )

It's now been 2 days since Friday's hysteria at the Opening Ceremony in Stratford, and as my tube rides around the city haven't been complete and utter chaos since then I've now decided the Olympics aren't so bad after all...

Regardless of how lazy this weekend has been, I don't think I can spare 4 hours with iPlayer absorbing Danny Boyle's extravaganza right now. But the beginning of Friday's events were pretty cool though. I actually left the house early to catch the All the Bells event on my walk to work (my devotion to contemporary art astounds me sometimes...). If you live under a bigger rock than I do, then basically Martin Creed asked everyone everywhere to ring a bell (any bell will do!) for 3 minutes between 8:12- 8:15am to celebrate the start of the Olympics. When I first heard about this, I thought Creed would want everyone ringing cowbells and other ridiculously loud instruments, but it was a whole different kettle of fish on Millennium Bridge: it was actually serene!

Apparently Martin Creed was intending to ring his own door bell
incessantly for 3 minutes. Which doesn't surprise me.
Undoubtedly the best 3 minutes I've had outside Tate Modern, everything was so peaceful in a bizarre way. On the top right hand corner of that photograph you see one of the many office-workers-that-looks-like-they've-came-from-the-opening-credits-of-the-apprentice ...but this was no ordinary suit. Yes, whilst people were crossing the bridge to get to work they jingled bells all the way. (apologies for pun, I'm too lazy to reword it now). Ditto cyclists, who also took time to gently tap the bell on their handlebar as a means of joining the camaraderie... 

...and ditto that guy in the sunglasses who like me, just woke up early for Creed.

Mmm, I'm currently on a sugary high right now as I type. My landlady baked these scones earlier, and they are delicious . How I haven't gorged the entire lot is beyond me. Teamed with a sliver of butter and a lashing (or four) of your finest jam (I opted for Fortnum & Mason's strawberry variety, a gift from a brilliant friend of mine), I am absolutely certain that there's always time for home baked loveliness.



P.S, I saw Marcus Brigstocke at St. Pancras earlier!
P.P.S, I saw this on my street earlier. I think North London has a peculiar answer to Banksy who evidently feels induced by Flemish bonding...

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