The Olympic Games are over, the Paralympics are about to start, and the UK has now forgotten the months we spent whinging and moaning about London 2012 sport induced DOOM. In short, we loved it. Here’s why.
Despite the stupid announcements, the threat of travel disruption, impending rain and 1 million extra people churning up London’s pavements, I’m finding it hard to completely hate the Olympics. Here’s why.
If you’re thinking of dropping £1,400 on one of London’s Faberge Eggs from the Big Egg Hunt, choose carefully. No one likes a bad egg.