On Tuesday the petit garcon and I hopped on the District Line to Earls Court to view the volleyball. People I have never known London so calm, organised, clean and communicative. Yes there are a few issues namely empty seats but they are in the main in the £450 price bracket areas or a few £20 ones which you can imagine a few people decided after months of rain to jump ship and head for warmer climes not realising that Olympic fever is gripping.
Anticipating the fashion for wearing the branded kit, I fought the growing crowds in the Kingston John Lewis and snagged a couple of hoodies and a top. I'm glad I did as wearing Olympic garments was the order of the day. I do wish I'd taken a snap of the red Moscow 2000 t-shirt a guy was proudly wearing with his white jacket and jeans combo.
All in all our Earls Court venture was fun and we happily supported Italy to a win in the volleyball in lieu of team GB action.
Cool as a cucumber on the tube
The high five season continued en route to veneu
Moi in my team GB top as captured by the petit garcon
Petit garcon was very happy to see the soldiers
I can't imagine what it is like to be 6 years old and in the midst of the Olympics, I felt this image captured it in someway
Free face painting while we waited for the match
Couldn't resist the opportunity for Olympic torch action
Italy v Argentina (Italy in the white)
Even my nails were suitably painted - all in Chanel I'd like to add, Pirate, White Satin and Denim