The weekend wasn't a complete waste of time, but nothing on the to-do list got done. All because of that sportsfest that opened in London on Saturday.
I hadn't been too excited during the buildup to the Games and have to admit I don't know all the athletes in our team. But as soon as I watched the opening ceremony on Saturday morning, I was hooked. The contrast was interesting between the military precision of the Beijing opening and artistic approach in London.
I thought I'd watch a few minutes then get on with the day and knock some jobs off the list. Next thing I knew it was 11.30am, I was still in my bathrobe and I hadn't had breakfast.
Saturday afternoon was really the only chance to get anything done before the events proper started and yesterday was pretty much a write-off with all the overnight replays. Eight channels to watch. Remote heaven.
The first Olympics I remember was Tokyo in 1964, and I really only remember that because Dad rented our first television set to watch it. Programmes didn't start until 5pm in those days and I remember Mum turning the set on a few minutes before then so the valves could warm up.
I don't remember the TV ever going back, either.
And since then, for two weeks every four years, a lot of time has been spent watching the Games. Certainly to follow the progress of New Zealand athletes, but also to see the top performers in the world and the stars that come out of the events - the likes of those tiny gymnasts Olga Korbut and Nadia Comaneci in the 1970s.
Peter Snell was too early for me to remember at Tokyo, although I must have watched it in grainy black and white.
Sky Sport has sure changed the way we can watch. Go on to the mosaic channel (333) and watch all eight Olympic channels at once - you become your own director and flick where you want.
But those of you who can remember those early days of TV coverage will appreciate the big changes; colour, the different camera angles and the graphics. Isn't it great?
So I didn't get to the rugby on Saturday afternoon, or the beer festival yesterday and the car is still filthy. I feel guilty - but it only happens once in four years.
- The Marlborough Express
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