Olympic confession
My name is Lesley and I got Olympic tickets. Phew, it’s good to get that off my chest, as in the past week or so I’ve certainly felt like a vulnerable minority. So, I’ve got a year to brush up on my badminton knowledge: ahem, did you know that the best shuttlecocks are considered to be those made from the feathers from the left wing of a goose? No, I’m sure you didn’t, though I have now enriched your day considerably. Don’t rush to thank me.
Yes, the ticketing process could probably have gone smoother. The friend who had tickets in her virtual ‘hand’ at 6 a.m. the day the second round opened up, only to have the site crash on her, may start speaking to me again in a month or so, I hope.
I checked out the website for the Cultural Olympiad that has begun its build up, and must admit to being slightly underwhelmed by what’s currently being offered. But what you can find there is a listing of the twenty ‘live sites’ where big screens will be set up and where you should be able to enjoy some 2012 atmosphere. See the live sites listing here…
Lesley-Anne Crooks, Sales & Digital Manager