The IOC decides tomorrow on which city will host the 2012 Olympics and I must say I’m nervous.
I really, really, really want London to get them.
I know I don’t live in London (my parents do and they don’t want the games), but I really feel that it would be so exciting and exhilarating to have the games here. The glamour, the excitement, the passion, the pure fitness and personal excellence of the athletes, would have such a positive effect on the capital city, especially the grotty East End.
Saying that, my cousin lives in Sydney and she hated the games. Oh well, she hates all salad and vegetables too, so she doesn’t count.
Speaking of the East End, has anyone ever heard anyone under the age of 60 speak with such a strong cockney accent as Maxwell from Big Brother!?! I’m convinced it’s either not a real accent, or he is a time traveller from the 1940’s East End. Last night’s rendition of, “Weir ol go-in on a summa ol li day” was too much, I just wanted to go in there, give him a massive clap round the face and say,
OI! MAXWELL!
No one uses rhyming slang anymore, only people of American origin can use the phrase, “Off da hook”, and everyone should pronounce their fucking h’s – yet you manage to do all three in every conversation you have! Fucking stop it now, speak properly!
Sorry about that.
I reckon Eugene and Maxwell will be up this week, Maxwell win easily stay in the house, unfortunately.
Update: Maxwell and Science are up
I hope we DON'T get the games, we will hear about it way to much. My council tax bills are humoungous without having to pay for that, if everyone across the country had to pay for it it would be fairer than making us broke over charged londoners pay.
I'm afraid I used to work with several cockneys, they used to quote figures to be in slang etc they do really exsist.
Posted by: H at July 5, 2005 05:42 PM