Scouting

It's coming.

It's just arrived in Scotland this very minute (18:41). The signs are up locally. The road's are going to be closed for a couple of hours and people are moaning and whingeing good style about the disruption it's going to cause. The grass has been cut on the roundabouts and the flowerbeds have been freshened up with some extra colour.

Next Wednesday the Olympic Torch will be carried along the Ring Road here (or King Street, or Izatt Street; this bit has a bit of a multi personality thing going on), towards the Town Hall, after having passed the college from where I hope to have claimed a good vantage point. This might be one, but I've got my eye on others.

I'll probably have to be in before 7am to get past the security and hundreds of extra bodies that will have been bussed in and who will also be looking for a good spot to watch the event. The one disappointment is that Samantha's cousin who's been selected to carry the torch won't be doing it along the streets he calls home, he's off 20 miles or so to do his bit away from T'Body where he hails.

And it'll all be done by 9:30 and we can get back to being apathetic about the rest of the Olympics.