From commenter Embertine, the story of a cock-up of Olympic proportions. Perspective is everything; from across the pond, I have not been privy to what has been happening in London for the games. Embertine has, and expresses it beautifully:
You spent twelve billion pounds although you said it would be five.
You had to bribe Thames Water just to keep the trees alive.
You chose contractors in advance to further your own ends –
I find it odd the contracts only went to all your friends.
I wish that you had told us that the access would be poor,
Or that every foreign truck driver would get stopped at the door.
We should have known the paperwork requirements would be shitty
And that every small decision would be worked out by committee.
The general population of East London are excluded;
You’ve sold the Village to emirs who earned the same as you did.
Your Health & Safety record’s not as spotless as you thought:
Your managers just edit to ensure they’re never caught.
All those Olympic tourists who will turn up for the day:
They need a transport system and they need a place to stay.
Our overloaded services, already fit to bust,
Will somehow have to cope because you have decreed they must.
And when the Games are over and the visitors have gone,
And the country’s disappointed in the medals we have won,
Will we think that it was worth the raft of money you have spent?
When we’re cleaning up the litter blowing everywhere they went?
“It’s a boost to the economy,” you pompously proclaim,
But after it’s all over the economy’s the same.
Apart from those twelve billion pounds we don’t have anymore,
That we could have spent on healthcare, which we surely needed more.
I know I’m being churlish; I should have more civic pride,
But I’ve worked on the Olympics and I’ve seen it from inside.
And the set-up is a shambles, so go ahead and scoff:
You all enjoy the spectacle; I’m taking August off.