On seeing the Olympic Flame

I get off at Victoria Station having been bombarded by countless accents on the 'Riga Express' into London but then it is always like this, Olympics or no Olympics.
So I head towards King's Road - my appointment is  1.30  and I note there is a hell a lot of people gathered here with their cameras and mobiles poised. So I ask, "What's going on?'
"The Olympic Flame is coming by..."

"Oh really...at what time?"
"One 1.27."
Great, got  to see this.  Now the crowd is building and the traffic on the King's Road has stopped.
People are getting very excited. Police motor cyclist blare out from their bikes on specially inserted microphones.  The jostling and shoving around me is getting a tad pushy a smidgeon un English; klaxon horns sound,
a motorcade passes with dancing girls, a bit cheap that...and now the flame...well let's have a look
and here it is...and carrying the flame is... ..a very tired and jaded looking comedian accompanied by another comedienne; talk about athletic these supposedly funny duo can hardly walk... what complete bollocks,this is truly cake and circuses for the populace, what has this got to do with the Olympic spirit?  what one witnesses is cheap, tawdry and if this is the best of 'Great' Britain...gawd help us.

'Now I will just hand you over to the inimitable Will Self who will just give you a few gentle words on his thoughts for the London Olympics 2012:  over to you Will:

I think the Olympics suck dogshit through a straw. People believe they encourage da yoof to take up running, jumping and fainting in coils – but this is nonsense. They’re a boondoggle for politicians and financiers, a further corruption of an already corrupt self-appointed international coterie of Olympian cunts, an excuse for ‘elite’ athletes to fuck each other, snarf steroids and pick up sponsorship deals, and a senseless hitching of infrastructural investment – if there’s any reality to this anyway – to a useless loss-trailing expenditure on starchitectural bollix. The stadia themselves are a folly. The new Westfield is a temple to moribund consumerism – in ten years time they’ll all be cracked and spalled; a Hitlerian mass of post-pomo nonsense.

In a bit of a minority here,Will

"Consensus has always been a barrier to keen observation." 
Do I take it then that we have to tear down the Society of the Spectacle mandated by late capitalism
 London is too big and too anarchic to be seriously pasteurised by the games. It’s so big, so filthy, so nasty that it could probably eat twenty Olympiads for breakfast and spit out the Ferroconcrete bones.

If I could just intervene here and say that Will is not usually this mild mannered
and what if you want to well...you know...compete..well with other nationalties


Will:  If you want to run and jump with a Kenyan or a Croatian, go out and find one – there are plenty around my way. 
Ah well, there's always Usain Bolt to look forward to.