Greetings, scissor fans!
Well after the shattering experience in The Grand Canyon I did what any sensible unofficial opener would do and I decamped to Norway! That's right! Norway! The land of the Fjords, midnight sun and of course beer for ten quid a pint. Europe's Northernmost country has always held a fascination and when the opportunity arose to finally go there, I grabbed it with both hands, openers.
Now - some of you will know that it's Olympic year and 2012 sees these ancient games return to their spiritual and ancestral home of London. The Greeks may lay claim to them but working on the basis that both God AND Jesus are Obviously English, I think we can fairly safely say The Olympics are as well. Being a generous and peace loving nation, England loans out the Olympics to a different country every four years to help them out (only very occasionally taking it back ourselves for the summer just to check it's all right and give it a polish). The Olympics has a little nephew called "The Winter Olympics" and in 1952 we let him go to Norway on holiday. His opening ceremony was held at the Bislett Stadium. Let's see what the Norwegians think of Bislett, shall we?
Bit harsh, Norwegians. I quite like the place, in fact, I'd go as far as to say I LOVE IT. Particularly when a lovely couple called Anders and Tuna (Well that's what she called herself and I didn't like to pry) sidle past and aren't put off at me approaching them wielding a pair of scissors. It's a good job they were there as well! Henrik Ibsen, Anni-Frid Lyngstad (I know, I thought she was Swedish as well!), Edward Munch and Roald Amundsen were nowhere to be seen!They were more than happy to pull my ribbon taught - and why wouldn't they be? I'd got my favourite ceremonial jacket on and, after all, it's an honour being a part of Unofficial Openings!
The Bislett Olympic stadium. Officially opened in 1952 with a huge celebration. Unofficially opened on its sixtieth anniversary with rather less brouhaha openers, but then nobody likes a show off, do they?. So there we are - I had lovely Linda to take the photo on this occasion (She's far better looking than Steve). All that's left to do is take a look at where they held the 1952 Oslo Childrens Olympics:
Make sure you check back soon and spread the word about Unofficial Openings! If nobody looks at this blog, I might as well just be snipping in the park!
(Oh and hit the above link to vote for me in my one-man war against the neurotic (and borderline alcoholic)harridans of North America).
Inngang....It's a sort of specialist video right??
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure - but it cured my hiccups.
ReplyDeleteI didn't see this one until after the grid had closed with 75 entries. Can you start emailing me or using the blue button below the thumbnail grid to link them up yourself? That way, you won't get shut out.
ReplyDeleteFun post as usual.
Very funny premise - love the rationale for the Olympics being English. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha thanks - yes the rationale is obviously based on scientific fact.
ReplyDeletehahaha
ReplyDeleteI have some things I need you to open for me...Funny!
ReplyDeleteLet me know. If I'm in the neighbourhood harbouring ribbon I'll give them a right good opening. Unoffcially, obviously...
DeleteFunny! Erin
ReplyDeleteThe English own EVERYTHING!!
ReplyDeleteHave you only just realised? We invented the bike as well. And bread. And Pokemon.
DeleteOh well, that's why I love the English ;)
ReplyDeleteHaha you're easily pleased ;op
DeleteYou also have the Beckhams.
ReplyDeleteWe're trying to give them to America, though.
DeleteAnother funny opening. Love the English Olympics and how the nephew is the Winter Olympics. Cute.
ReplyDeleteA lot of you seem to be questioning the truth this week ;op Haha thanks Steph...
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