Nixta Sinks

Not for London, but for me, because it's not going to be in New York (though given the bid that was a given) and the Frenchies got another good kick in the nuts. New York would have been a singularly terrible choice, and they themselves showed it in typical incompetent fashion, exuding the kind of arrogance that has sadly dribbled down from politics into American business. Fighting over the location and not even having a location to use until after the deadlines, and still pretending (though I'm sure even they didn't really believe it, but why the hell were they still wasting time and money bullshitting?) that it could come their way. It's what I miss the least about working in the US. Then again, this time last year when I passed through Athens more like a bit of chewy steak destined to get stuck in the colon than free-flowing roughage (or indeed an airline passenger), I felt that Athens had no chance of pulling it off, and at the time the Olympics were less than a month away.

To reward me for all my whininig, fate will no doubt determine that I move to London in early 2012 and have to live right by the busiest roads for crap-removal vehicles and McDonald's transportation (delivery and disposal being barely distinguishable). I'll probably move in just to be evicted to make way for an access road.

Ah, the Olympic ideal.