Opening Ceremony

Generally speaking I eschew the opening ceremony of any large event. I
usually find them exuding the artificial commercial odour of say a
Glade plug in air freshener. Even the flaming arrow of fire at
Barcelona didn't cause a stir upstairs or downstairs.

I am predicting another dollop of Blackeyed Peas banging out "I've got
a feeling...", more Shakira and maybe in hope, a bit of banter on
stage between Matt Damon and Rev Desmond Tutu as they redefine the
what's on first, who's on second routine, with Tutu struggling to
understand Damon's 'afrikaans'. The cheeky sod in me is hopeful that
some African folk hero called Roten Farka Wumpinga comes on to
delirium and teenagers fainting in the bleechers.

As usual, product endorsed by footballers are high on supermarket
promo aisles, with my personal favourite the Peter Crouch Pringles.
Given his penchant for scoring either twice or not at all, maybe the
motto 'once you pop you just can't stop' suits him. Then again, maybe
Tiger....

Other promo ideas include:
-World Cup Edition monopoly
-Operation! Interactive surgical game from Arjen Robben and Davis
Beckham
-"Wot u mean guv?" biography of John Terry as written by Les Ferdinand
-Wayne Rooney sweardoll available in Yr7, O level and loan shark
-the Claudio Canniggia range of talcum powder 20th anniversary edition

I digress though...

After the BS, Blackeyed Peas and Sepp Blatter's blistered bonce
getting a waxing for the cameras, we can settle in for 32 days of bliss.

GP