This was written in the early months of The Phraser when the football excitement must have caught my eye. I’ve tidied it slightly, to try to make it read better.
Another early post on The Phraser, given a boost by the recent addition of this image of a Turner painting that the Tate has kindly allowed me to use.
Dover circa 1825 Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851 Accepted by the nation as part of the Turner Bequest 1856 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/D18154 digital image © Tate released under Creative Commons CC-BY-NC-ND (3.0 Unported)
The Queen’s Diamond Jubilee has passed in a wave of celebrations. One took place in a damp mist on the parade ground at Connaught Barracks, high above Dover.
There was a breeze and plenty of drama.
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Here’s an updated version of a piece I wrote when I first started to blog. At the time I still worked in the hectic world of schools, and saw at first hand the difference governors could make.
Another post from the back of the cupboard – this one is about Euro 2012, and listening to the commentary as England took on Italy. We were in the car, driving home along an almost empty M25 on the night of the big match.
The Olympics dust off continued…this, again from the early days of The Phraser, was how it felt after the Olympics had happened. I can still remember the vivid switch in mood.
London Olympics 2012
London raised its Olympic hat to the world, and found a new bounce beneath its feet.
The Games ignited the city with music, confidence, competition, and a collection of the most charismatic athletes the world could ever hope for. The fortnight exhausted us and then added new energy.
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Another piece from the early days of The Phraser. This one is my impression of London and the ‘mood’ before the 2012 Olympics. I’ve tidied it slightly but only to shorten a few of sentences.
London Olympics 2012
London’s high performance summer is about to begin. A Henman Hill mood carpets the capital…surprise at having got this far and anxiety about what happens next.
The weather is damp and dreadful – an oppression of rain – a familiar blanket for a public keeping its chin up, and disregarding all logistical odds. This is what Londoners understand – how to create miracles on a soggy island.
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Why are we who we are? This is an old thought remastered, that takes me straight back to where I began.