I
am, I have to admit, missing the Winter Olympics. The Summer Games are always a
sweat-fest, full of combat and competition, and you have to fit them in around
other duties, and they can get in the way a bit if you're trying to enjoy nice
weather. But the Winter edition just seems more relaxed, more watchable. It's a
welcome distraction from the horrors of the British cold, at a time of year
when we're all in mock-hibernation and trying not to go outside, and it takes
place in beautiful surroundings, with beautiful scenery. Every event looks like
it's taking place on a Christmas card. So the Summer Olympics pales in
comparison, aesthetically. Watching the triathletes swim through the Parisian
sewage while their face blisters from the sun really isn't the same as watching
cross-country skiers elegantly gliding through the Italian snowscape.
I
did bring up an idea in a manager's meeting this morning, that may or may not
have been taken seriously. I want us to get a curling rink set up somewhere on site.
I want us to take advantage of the recent publicity and the huge public
interest in the sport and make us one of the few locations within England that
people could come along and have a go at proper curling themselves. A nice way
to up our income over the leaner months, I suggested.
When I got told it would be a ridiculous expense for an extravagant facility
that would rarely be used, I said, "Well, my original idea was for us to
bid to be the hosts of the Olympics in 2042, so I've scaled my ambitions back a
bit to save you a few quid!".
I'm still not expecting an approval, but I've started looking at costings of
the build, just to see what we'd need.
RC 24-2-26
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