Even though it’s here in London, I’m not too interested in the Olympics (it’s the poor man’s World Cup, isn’t it?) and I am supposed to be out of town for most of the event. I will make an effort to watch the awe-inspiring and rather cool Usain Bolt, but that’s about it for me! But still, I don’t want to be too down on it and I knew the Olympic torch was passing nearby this morning (this isn’t me!), so I thought I could get into the spirit (and get some exercise) by walking down to Coldharbour Lane in Camberwell to take some snaps. These guys summed up my feeling – the games are here, right now, so you’ve got to be pretty miserable not to take some pleasure in it and get involved in some little way. The best bit though was that across the road was a mainly-Jamaican steel band pumping out a great version of London Calling. London was at its best, a completely-ridiculous mix of cultures with the odd spiky edge. As it must have been 30C and a 3 mile round trip, I just had to go for a pint to break the walk home – Fuller’s London Pride of course. Even if I’m resolutely not a Londoner.