I am a huge Olympics fan. I have always loved the opening ceremonies and had a party in college to celebrate them. It was a lame party because I lived in a very dumpy apartment and we had to watch it on a teeny screen. Sorry, college friends.
So this year I decided to go all out and have a big fun party to celebrate the London opening ceremony. After all, I am a huge anglophile. How could I not celebrate?! Over 20 people came and we were having a great time. Then, the ceremony started and we were baffled.
First, the whole thing was...just...MEH. Not that interesting. I mean, sure, the Queen skydiving was great (but man, did she ever look pissed off). And then, the whole NHS thing started. What the heck?! Why would they dance around the NHS logo? It didn't make any sense. Should we have this in our next Olympic games?
Then the whole glowing bed thing happened. Huh. Don't really get that so much, either.
But then the thing went from weird to SCARY! What the heck were they thinking? This was like a nightmare!
And then Voldemort appeared and they shot the Dark Mark above the amphitheater. And then the crowd went berserk and spells were flying around and...wait...wrong story.
And this, my friends, is what happens if the NHS nurses dance around you. You turn into a big, scary, dead baby with a bisected skull. The end of the joyful Olympics.
Thankfully, Mr. Bean saved the day with his funny sketch. I got really depressed when poor Muhammad Ali couldn't grab the flag and I ended the ceremony both baffled, frightened and disappointed.
They should have just had David Beckham run around naked and call it a day.