It’s not always the official song, so as we all zone in on Tokyo, here’s Rainy Days and Songdays Olympic anthems.
You go, Subo
In the pink: SuBo
Wings to Fly (Tokyo): Were you surprised too to see Scottish nightingale Susan Boyle trilling out Wings to Fly to accompany the release of those doves in the Olympic Stadium in Tokyo?
Not bad for a wee lass from Bathgate, Scotland, where the birds disturb the peace by dropping their stuff on you.
And the warbler was the obvious choice for the signature tune for the 1996 Olympics in Georgia. Alas, this had all the saccharine of the city’s most famous soft drink.
What Katy Did Next
And she’ll be in Vegas soon
Rise (Rio): Katy Perry too was stellar, and still is, at the last Olympics in 2016 but she didn’t rise to the occasion with this overproduced piece of schtick.
Too earnest, we’d have far preferred Fireworks. And there are plenty of them in Rio by the sea-o.
Dream Small
Small wonder: Heather
Proud (London): Big hair, big smile voice, Heather Small was Big in the late 80s with dance band M People.
And big again when Heather re-released her solo song Proud as the anthem of the London Olympics in 2012.
We see Heather more now on reality TV, Strictly, the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage but would rather hear That voice.
Just like watching the detectives don’t get cute, just like watching the detectives, I get so angry when the teardrops start, But he can’t be wounded ’cause he got no heart. – Elvis Costello, Watching the Detectives
And with apologies to the Poet Laureate of New Wave.
But it’s not the bespectacled one but the new run of Line of Duty, shot in Belfast, which has got me thinking.
About my favourite detectives in the cities they are associated with.
So here are seven deadly detective shows, their music and their cities.
Happy June 21 when it comes – but what about us Travel people?
June 21 is the glorious date when out Covid restrictions will be lifted and we can all go back to the way we were.
So if it is to be a Deliverance Day we all celebrate in the future then a bit more about its significance already.
Harry’s Day
Harry Potter: No not that merry merry band of brothers that fought with King Harry on St Crispin’s Day nor the pussy-whipped current Prince Harry.
No this Harry is the magical boy wizard Harry Potter whose book the Order of the Phoenix was released today in 2009 and became the fastest selling in history.
Ronald Reagan shot: In a country where everything is marked with a plaque it is noteworthy that the spot where John Hinckley shot Ronald Reagan is not.
I looked for it but didn’t find it when I stayed at the Washington Hilton
I did find Ford’s Theater where John Wilkes Booth assassinated Abraham Lincoln, and a swathe of American history in DC.
A new King Billy
Just William
Prince William born: The one who will be king and probably why he’s sticking around.
That and the fact that his wife isn’t homesick for Hollywood.
Prince William was born this day in 1982. Who knows when he will sit on the throne but London and all its royal schmaltz will reopen. Hurrah!
We may never know why Vincent Van Gogh lost his ear, though here is a fine crime fiction on the subject, but who is to say it wasn’t after a row about Monopoly?
With the release of their own Vincent board game for Christmas.
Becoming one of hundreds of Monopolys around the world.
With at the latest count, the game being licensed in 103 countries and printed in more than 37 languages.
The Van Gogh version substitutes the Great Man’s art for the traditional streets.
Just painting
While among the pieces naturally is a paint tube though perhaps tastefully no ear.
Monopoly for most of us is as much part of Christmas as Santa, who often brought it fir our stockings, and Christmas turkey.
But it was also brought out when friends came over, or relatives, from home or abroad.
And this was when it got really exciting to see the names of their streets and public transport.
O’Monopoly
So when my Irish relatives got their Dublin board out it had such names as O’Connell Street, Shrewsbury Street in Ballsbridge where I got to stay, and the Busaras on it.
It was very much a point of honour that your country had its own Monopoly.
It was a sign that you were not under the English yolk.
Most spectacular of all was the New York edition where you could say you owned Broadway.
All us poor Scots had to dream of was buying Mayfair, Park Lane or Old Kent Road.
Until the manufacturers stumbled on the rather obvious idea of giving us all what we wanted.
McNopoly
And so we got Edinburgh, and the Royal Mile, Princes Street, the two football stadiums, Easter Road and Tynecastle Park and the rugby ground, Murrayfield.
Now, of course there are now football clubs, film and TV franchises Monopoly merchandise.
D’Ohpoly
In fact you name it and Monopoly have probably adapted it to your needs.
Of course Monopoly, while having a deeply suspicious Property speculation message in its origins back in 1935, has really become a vehicle for imagination.
And discovering about foreign destinations…
By plane, ship, car… or my personal favourite, a wee Scottie dog.
The news that they will pour away 70m pints of spoiled beer down the drain would merely have been an invitation to The Sesh.
Our drinking fraternity at Aberdeen University have scattered to the four corners of the world – funny when many couldn’t be raised from their scratchers.
While some of my English pals, Wee Jon and Micky, and Gaelic emigrees Alan and Anna went to the bright lights of London https://www.visitlondon.com and The London life.