Friday night I met up with a few folks from Anglophiles United – it’s what we call our support group for expats of the UK and lovers of British culture. Eleven of us gathered to watch the Olympic opening ceremonies here:
Beef O’Brady’s – Wadsworth, Ohio
The name hints at an Irish affiliation but I doubt BBQ bacon cheeseburgers or “whole lotta steak nachos” originated on the Emerald Isle or within its general vicinity. Several of us did enjoy a nice pint or two of “Irish” red ale. I don’t care if it was brewed in Indiana. It’s quite tasty.
Busted Knuckle Red, endorsed by irate leprechauns hiding in tall grass.
Cozily huddled around two scooted-together tables, we tucked into our chicken wings and fingers, veggie wraps and yes, fish and chips. Around 8 pm it became clear that NBC Sports channel was not broadcasting the opening ceremonies, NBC’s main network was. After pleading with the very busy staff a few times, the bartender clicked the remote, sound was finally established and we began our journey into Danny Boyle’s Isles of Wonder.
I’m sure most of you reading this watched the ceremonies yourself so I don’t plan to give a full account of the program. My intention here is to relate my experience in watching it with a group which included a contingent of people who were born and bred in England. Naturally, they brought to it their unique sense of humor. For example, after the queen’s parachute “jump” one gentleman commented that it was the first time Her Majesty had gone without wearing knickers.
Advert your eyes. One should never peek up the Queen’s skirts.
They also expressed a degree of famous English cynicism. In the tribute to the NHS, they bitingly observed that while nurses are dancing about the wards, patients are stacking up for a lengthy wait in the corridors.
All right, you lot! Where have you hidden all the bloody bed pans?
I think it’s safe to say we all delighted in Rowan Atkinson’s appearance as the notorious Mr. Bean and his Chariots of Fire daydream. Leave it to an Oscar-winning director to insert a cinematic homage or two into the festivities.
I was disappointed they didn’t use Mr. Bean’s yellow mini in the dream sequence.
Personally, my heart was warmed by the choir of pajama-clad children singing and signing “God Save the Queen.” Unfortunately the cameras caught Queen Elizabeth with a rather stern expression during this rendition which in turn gave rise to a swift and witty wave of royal memes:
To be fair, after 60 years the monarch may just be really sick of that particular song.
By the time the British music segment arrived, we were all getting a bit distracted and a little confused, particularly by the glowing party house. I wondered at first if we were heading into Trainspotting territory. As the lengthy Parade of Nations got underway, we decided it was wise to make a break for it and return home in order to discover the secret identity of the final torch bearer(s) from the privacy of our own living rooms . Incidentally, when I walked in the front door, the procession of countries had only progressed to the G’s.
I would like to thank Barbara, David, Katie, Michelle, Chris, Barry, Sherry, Susan and her hubby (so sorry, I didn’t catch his name) for joining my husband Jeff and me to share in this quintessentially British experience. I would also like to acknowledge our intrepid young waitress, Joni, for her tremendous patience and sense of humor. I doubt we could tip her well enough for all her excellent work
The following day I talked to some people who expressed their disappointment with the whole production. I listened to their opinions and they are, of course, welcome to them. I think it comes down to individual tastes and sensibilities. It’s sort of like Monty Python humor, either you get it or you don’t. I won’t speak for my expat friends, but I gathered they were happy with the overall ceremony. In true English fashion, there was no gushing or bragging; however, I suspect they were quietly proud.
And I don’t care who you are, the fireworks were utterly awesome:
Whichever side of the pond you’re on, what was your assessment of the Isles of Wonder?
You’ll be happy to know that the Queen was wearning bloomers! Every last thing thought about.
FM
What a relief!
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I think we Brits were all quietly proud…
I was vicariously proud that night and continue to be each time Great Britain medals in this Olympic Games.
Welcome and thanks for commenting. I always appreciate when a Brit reads my ramblings. I get so many good recommendations and a few constructive corrrections from time to time. I look forward to hearing from your musical perspective in the future.
I found your blog through Frivolous Monsters. It’s nice to find a fellow Brit (abroad), giving their opinion on the opening ceremony. I liked it well enough at the time, but I liked it even more with repeated viewing. Of course they should bring it out on DVD so I can watch it over and over and over and over again until my eyes are bleeding and my brain turns to custard. They have the soundtrack out now, which you can download from iTunes, so why not? Or do you think that’s too much?
I liked the knickerless queen comment, by the way.
I thought you were a fellow Brit… my bad! I still like your blog, though.
Thanks for commenting. I’ll take it as a compliment that I was able to pass as a Brit. I knew all that British tv viewing would pay off in the end. By the way, the knickerless queen comment was made by a gentleman in our group who is originally from Manchester. I’d love to be able to see it all again as well considering Frivolous Monsters told me about a lot of the stuff that was cut out here in the US. And I don’t believe buying the soundtrack is too much as long as you listen in moderation:)