So I know I harped on about London 2012 on Friday but really, all the cool kids know that the real Olympic deal this summer was Dorchester 2012 aka the Urban Family Olympics.
What began as a chance to get together with my dear uni friends before the impending arrival of Englebert Humperbump (the first urban baby!) soon morphed into an Olympiad to match no other Olympiad before or after. Led very much by the enthusiasm of the First Lobster it was a brilliant weekend and meant that several of them could tick off ‘doing something really silly for no particular reason’ off their pre-30 bucket lists.
On arrival at the Olympic Village we were issued with our official UFO athlete identification and set about bonding with our fellow athletes via the medium of alcohol and a spot of armchair coaching of the other Olympians (I won’t say PROPER Olympians). Chopper Boy was notably absent due to being in Afghan and Lego Man was tied up competing in a game of bat and ball that is not officially recognised by the IOC and therefore doesn’t count as a real sport… (Love you really!)
Competition day dawned and it was time to get my game face on:
World record speed egg and spoon action:
A tortoise on a Space Hopper:
Serious dedication to the After Eight game:
And of course, the obligatory team photo to mark this momentous occasion in Olympic history:
ps) we even had a Paralympic event – blind space hoppering!