Day 9. The Games

Well …  the flame’s extinguished, the flags have been lowered, the athletes are back home, the Brits are back at work and for all we know, at this very moment HRH Queen Elizabeth is rehearsing for her next cameo appearance.  While London 2012, and the Olympics in general, are still fresh in our minds, it feels like a good time for some reflection.  I’m sure a lot of what I’m about to say will be unpopular but, c’est la vie.  It’s my opinion, I’m entitled to it, and anyone who wants to disagree is more than welcome to do so.

Yes, there were a great many wonderful, breathtaking, inspiring, touching and, even, heartbreaking moments:

Oscar Pistorius, making history, as he ran the men’s 400-metre heat — and then, in a spontaneous and respectful gesture, being embraced by Kirani James, the Grenadian teenager who won the Gold.  Sarah Attar, also making history, as she ran, covered from head to toe, in the women’s 800-metre heat — and the standing ovation she received, despite finishing last.  The determination, commitment, spirit, grit and teamwork that went into Team USA’s Gold in the 4x100m medley relay Continue reading

Day 7. Thought Association

Have you ever played the Word Association game?  You know the one I mean.  I’m sure your parents played it with you and/or your siblings on long, boring road trips.  Basically it’s about exchanging words that are associated together.  Here’s an example:  Let’s say someone says “Dog”.  The next person might then say, “Cat”.  And the next person might say, “Fur”.  And on and on it goes.

Well, I think I’ve inadvertently come up with a new twist on this old classic:  Thought Association.  It happened, quite unintentionally, while I was watching the Olympics, specifically the Jamaican sprinters.

  • The Jamaican team made me think of jerk chicken.  What can I say?  I like spicy food and West Indian cooking, in particular.
  • This made me think of scotch bonnet peppers, which should come with a warning.  The deadliest of the deadly, even a small bite can set you ablaze.
  • This made me think of Michael, a Trinidadian art director who used to work for me.  Whenever he went home for a visit he always returned with a bottle of his mother’s delicious but lethal hot sauce for me.
  • This made me think of a Bajan I once knew, who invited me to one of his parties.  He hadn’t told me, as he kept topping up my drink, that I was slugging back over-proof rum.  Instead of getting loaded, I got tired.  I happened to be in the one and only bathroom in his house when the need to lay down hit me like a ton Continue reading