It started with a heat wave and ended with a monsoon. Glasgow 2014: the party’s more or less over. As I write Kylie (or someone who sounds an awful lot like her) is apparently doing a sound-check for her appearance at the closing ceremony.
|So proud. My boy and his pal on national telly drinking Irn-Bru!|
The city has been buzzing. Locals and people from all over the world have met, celebrated the Games and come away having gained something. Glasgow has been scrubbed and primped as never before (or not since the Garden Festival, anyway).
The way to properly do inclusively. Para athletes performed right after able bodied ones exactly as it should be. No disability ghetto here. The Games, like life, are for everybody to play.
But we don’t need new words for things. I fervently hope that the use of ‘medal’ as a verb along with ‘venueisation’ vanish faster than Clyde toys off eBay.