London Marathon 2007

I always approve of free fun on the doorstep, and since it’s pretty much impossible to do anything else on Marathon Sunday, I always try to get down to see people with rather more energy and determination than me punishing themselves on a hot spring day.

I’ve got it down to a fine art now – watching on TV until they get to PC World in Charlton and then making a nice cup of tea and wandering down to wander up and down Woolwich/Trafalgar Roads and watch the crowds as much as anything actually going on officially (though did anyone else think there were fewer crowds than usual yesterday?)

I love the gangs of brownies so excited that they cheer absolutely anything while they’re waiting for the actual runners, I love the taiko drummers underneath the flyover, I love the groups of small hoodies who surreptitiously join the competitors for a while round the Old Hospital, I love the people nigh-on fighting each other to give out water to the famous runners. I especially love the macho cameramen straddling the back of motorbikes, testosterone sparking from their very fingertips as they pretend that this is the kind of thing they do every day in their cool, tough meedja lives…

I knew a few people running yesterday but they were all very dully dressed in sensible clothes so I managed to miss them all, so I just cheered all the people in stupid outfits instead. I particularly liked the pirate ship, the entire cast of Star Wars, the giant guide dog for the deaf and the baked bean. But my favourite was definitely the little lost pony up by East Greenwich Library…

Little Lost Pony is confused…

Little Lost Pony is very sad…

Little Lost Pony finds a friend…

Aaaah…


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