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After eighteen months of online form-filling and an interview back in the summer at Warwick University, I finally got the nod last week confirming that I've been selected for the Press Operations team at next year's London Olympics. When it was announced on July 6th 2005 that London was to be the host for the 2012 Games, I never even thought about being part of the team. I came across a Games Makers email early last year and applied just to see how far I could get before I was ejected. I now have it in writing that I'll be part of the Photo Team based at Horse Guards Parade. I'd have loved to have been in the main Olympic stadium but I said at the interview that I'd be happy to be based at any of the venues. Let's face it, someone has to cover the beach volleyball event. I'm still slightly stunned by all this. Although I thought the interview went well (yes, it does pay to wear a suit and tie) I wasn't totally sure I was going to get a place. Aside from the small issue of not having anywhere to stay just yet, all is good. The only draw-back is that is clashes with the third Loton Driving School day. I wonder if I speak nicely to Seb Coe, he'll move the date of the games? |
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Ramblings
Mucking Around In Shropshire
27th January 2012
27th January 2012
Last weekend saw the first proper car action of the year for me with the MAC Clee Hills Trial up at Craven Arms.
The first stage in the woods was extremely muddy. Keeping your feet was an achievement. Driving a car all the way up was close to a miracle.
Headed across to the Long Mynd afterwards and munched on a sandwich before the merry sound of engines tore through the peace and quiet of the Shropshire countryside. This event really had the most diverse collection of motors. I'm full of admiration for anyone who has a vintage MG then proceeds to belt it up a filthy hillside before driving it home.
I've been looking at my diary and it looks insanely booked up. I've barely got a free weekend until the end of the year if I attend everything in there. Excellent.
This Sunday sees the first meeting of the Prescott Bike Festival committee so that event's already starting to loom. April 22nd seems a long way off but time's flying by as if we're all onboard a malfunctioning Tardis.
The first stage in the woods was extremely muddy. Keeping your feet was an achievement. Driving a car all the way up was close to a miracle.
Headed across to the Long Mynd afterwards and munched on a sandwich before the merry sound of engines tore through the peace and quiet of the Shropshire countryside. This event really had the most diverse collection of motors. I'm full of admiration for anyone who has a vintage MG then proceeds to belt it up a filthy hillside before driving it home.
I've been looking at my diary and it looks insanely booked up. I've barely got a free weekend until the end of the year if I attend everything in there. Excellent.
This Sunday sees the first meeting of the Prescott Bike Festival committee so that event's already starting to loom. April 22nd seems a long way off but time's flying by as if we're all onboard a malfunctioning Tardis.
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