So the Olympic Games are coming to the UK (in case you hadn't heard) and the Olympic Torch is currently touring the British Isles, held aloft by the great and good, sportsmen and women of the highest calibre... and even those who were always rubbish at games.
Yep, that's me holding the actual Olympic Torch following its arrival in Huddersfield on Thursday for the University of Huddersfield Open Day where I was working as a social media rep for the day. Sadly the torch wasn't lit, which may have been down to health & safety considerations (let's face it, if anyone was likely to burn themselves on the Olympic Torch, it'd be me); may have been because of the miserable Huddersfield rain; or may just have been because the official "lit torch" tour doesn't begin till next year. Still, it's the real deal - the one held by Seb Coe, Daley Thompson... all the famous athletes (including the ones from after the 1980s), even that kid out of This Is England.
If only my old games teacher could see me now. And he said I couldn't even kick a ball straight! He was right, but maybe that's what the Olympic spirit is all about... for five seconds, holding that torch, anyone can be a sporting hero. Eat your heart out, David Beckham. No, please. I'd pay Man U ticket prices to watch you do that. I'd even provide the fork.
(Update - and now, thanks to Chev, one with the torch actually aflame...)
