A great day - and a fortunate connection to a great book. By Dennis Hamley
This will be a broken-backed blog, I fear. There's a radical change of subject half-way through, but there's a segue which I hope you think works. We had a wonderful day out last week. Like millions of others, we had tried in vain to buy tickets for something - anything - in the Olympics. Of course, we failed. When the Games started and tickets were put on sale every morning, we tried again. But the tickets cost the proverbial arm and leg and we soon realised that we had to get up at 3am to stand a chance. Yet we still clung on to the idea that we might somehow see the Olympic Park while it was fulfilling its original purpose and also get into at least one of the venues, preferably the main stadium. And so we tried for what we thought would be just a consolation prize. We bought tickets for the Paralympics. And all that mighty heart is lying still Just a consolation. And then I remembered something very pleasing. Wh...