Like all obedient Londoners I watched the Olympics pretty much from my sofa, because that’s what I’d been told to do by the scarey Get Ahead of The Games ads (subtext: stay at home) and This is Your Mayor Speaking announcements at various games-critical tube stations.
When I did venture into central London it was eerily quiet: everyone was in Stratford. Either that or holed up at home, like meerkats who’d spotted a herd of stampeding elephants.
On the middle Sunday we went down to Brixton and gotcarried along in a sea of green and gold for ten minutes but otherwise everything – Olympic sentiment, patriotic fervour and Jess/Mo/Hoy/Wiggo fever – was experienced by osmosis through the wonderful medium of television and, of course, social media…so how did my “Socialympics” go?
Last weekend my friend Jill got married to her lovely fiance Saf. The wedding was at Castlerigg Stone Circle and the bride wore purple, but the real first for me (and to be honest I’ll be surprised to ever see its like again, not in this generation anyway), was that the whole thing was planned entirely on Facebook.
No invitations, no wedding list, no complicated maps or instructions: the bride set up an event page and the guests self-organised. There was a ceremony and a stonking great party, but what people did in and around and between those was up to them.
That’s how a handful of us came to do a three hour hike with three children under six, some of them dressed in fake fur and tiaras (but all of them carrying ice cream).
Big thanks to Jill and Saf – a wonderful day!
(And thanks to Jill’s mum for the fab wedding pic)