I have to admit that I’m a little sad the Commonwealth Games are over.
I’m by no means sporty, and really didn’t expect to enjoy them as much as I did, so now it’s over, I feel awful that I didn’t make it along to any of the events.
If you are like me and didn’t go to the Games for whatever reason, are you like me in feeling that you have been entirely cut off from the privileged lot who got to go.
I have friends who made the journey to different events, and I, stupidly, met a few for a drink recently.
I was the only one there who wasn’t there, if you get my meaning.
There they sat, talking trains and walks, seating, noise and an “unforgettable” atmosphere.
They moved on to hilarious moments when they tried to sing the national anthem, how pretty Kate Middleton was in real life, and practically touching the shovel-like hands of Usain Bolt.
I said very little.
There’s only so many times you can say “Really!” while trying to look interested.
Well, it did get a bit tedious, but it wouldn’t have been had I actually been to the Games and later joined in the chat.
“Guess what happened to me at the opening ceremony?” I might have said, or “don’t you think the English female gymnasts were in a different league?” I may have observed.
I love my friends, but they are so damn organised.
While I was thinking about it, they were booking it, and I missed out.
However, lesson learned.
Now I have resolved to attend lots of landmark moments and then tell fascinating stories afterwards over a Kir Royale.
I did, however, manage to give my friends a wee giggle explaining my mother’s thoughts on one topic.As a completely devoted Susan Boyle fan, mum refused to accept the singer forgot the words of Mull of Kintyre during the opening ceremony.
“That was just Susan’s own version of it,” she insisted.
Doubt that “version” will be on the next CD, Mum!