Tonight is the night. China, the nation that makes everything, that owns everything and has bids in on the rest of the world’s garage sale, will emerge from centuries of “obscurity behind the bamboo curtain” and begin a second cultural revolution on the biggest stage of all. The future will kick off at precisely eight minutes past eight on 08/08/08. Today many ask how did the first cultural rev go? Well to paraphrase former Chinese leader Chou en Lai, “it is far too early to tell”.
We will know the future has arrived when the first tonnes of colourful gunpowder propelled fireworks are blasted into the smog above the Bejing Birds Nest. It will be a cracker night to end all cracker nights from the inventors of the firework. Australians will remember where they were, what they were drinking and who they were squeezing forever. It will be Kurt Cobain’s death and the launch of the Holden Monaro all over again.
It seems odd, but the smoggy foggy haze that gets into everything around Bejing will actually be improved with the detonating of 6.9 millions tonnes of cordite driven Catherine Wheels, Roman Candles and sky rockets. The 6.9 tonnes will merely be a drop in the ocean given the old-fashioned pea souper that engulfs Bejing at this time of year. Hopefully the heady, savoury stench of cordite will hang over the Olympic central for the fortnight of gold medal competition, reminding everyone how great the opening bang off was.
It will be the best Opening Ceremony ever. Recall that Korean SBS footage that indicated big whales will get a run? Well tonight real hump back whales will be featured jumping though hoops of flames held aloft by trained panda bears standing on the backs of crouching Tibetan monks. I hope the Japanese shooting team don’t go silly and holster their hardware.
It has been a perfect build up to the Games of the 29th Olympiad with smog giving everyone something to talk about.
Obviously there have been several personal bests put in already by the biggest and most glamorous team this nation has ever sent away. We will not be let down by this touring party.
For bronze it is a dead heat between Laurie Lawrence who got off the plane on the spray and looks ready to go off whenever they poke a stick in his cage and AOC supremo John Coates, who has been pleading with Australia not to expect too much at this wheeze, in a desperate bid to screw more money out of the Rudd gold mine.
Silver goes to Kevan Gosper, our First Lord of the Olympics, who has put in a blinder as Olympic media chief rescuing internet access for the whole of China after a recent kerfuffle. But Kevan is not finished yet. Look for him late in week two and don’t be surprised if he runs the final leg of the torch relay tonight.
But Gold and an early tip for the David Koch Medal for 2008, The Daily Telegraph’s Garry Linnell who lobbed in Bejing feeling peckish after the long flight from Sydney. He swerved past the snake and dog on the menu to tackle the glans penis.
Chef, Johnny Lim, China’s Kylie Kwong, tossed up the tossil in white sauce with a parsley garnish thinking this would get Garry on the chew. The D.T. man swerved past that option and stared at the penis tartare with a squeeze of lemon as the saliva ran. He rejected the pink mince and plonked for the sweet and sour trouser snake plated with a Golden Circle pineapple ring which chef Lim knew would remind the bloke with the large appetite of home. It is the wonderful thing about travel: it broadens the palate and the mind.
Incidentally, according to the wisdom of the east, today is an incredibly lucky day. It is a punter’s paradise. It is virtually impossible to loose. No matter what you plonk on, you will be a winner. Try the 8.
H.G. Nelson’s Golden Nuggets will appear in Crikey every day through the games.
Wonderful, literate, truly worth twice you modest annual fee. It makes one tearful to think that we will have most of August to look forward to more and to contrast this peerless stuff with the lapses from literacy of lesser mortals among you who still use nouns for adjectives and might flake at their favourite watering hole any time soon. Of course that could be the fault of editors who ask their dear readers to, intelligent designer help us, to ‘listen up’. Next time perhaps a command such as: Fail not, dear subscribers, to devote your total attention to H.G”. Wordy yes, but a touch more elegant.
Alan Burnett
Stirring stuff, H. G. However, I have to quibble at your ratings. Please find enclosed my ratings..
DOUBLE GOLD to John Coates, who, not satisfied with the appalling amount of my (and for anyone else who cares) hard earned money (forty years in a Norwegian salt mine) is now, piteously, unbelievably and truly wants the Oz taxpayer to subsidize even more athletes to the tune of $100,000 a head. Minimum.
GOLD: Kevan Gosper who represents the money-grubbing soul of the IOC.
TRIPLE SILVER: China, for proving the truth of the old saw ‘Money can’t buy soul or good taste.’
DOUBLE SILVER: to Kevin Rudd: whose superficiality and QLD ordinariness is exemplified on two fronts. A.
his ability to see filth in photographs of prepubescent little girls. B.For thinking that the Beijing Olympics are more important than the death of the Murray-Darling River. I daresay the wretched river cannot speak Mandarin.
SILVER:To Peter Garrett, who entered parliament with a desire to do something positive for the Australian environment. Who, once in government, reneged on every single dream he ever had.
TRIPLE BRONZE: To Penny Wong: Who showed that being ‘gay’ and being a woman was no impediment to being yet another bureaucratic, Canberra pen pusher.
DOUBLE BRONZE:To the commentators of Chanel 7 for reducing what little importance there was (in the 20 minutes that I actually looked at the opening ceremony) to being as informative as the information on the back of a match-box.
BRONZE: To Channel 7 for thinking that an endless bike race to be more important than the 5 minutes allocated to the dressage events in HGK.
Thank you all you wonderful medal winners. Your efforts to keep Australia (excluding China from this paragraph) an abysmally ordinary, sixth-rate country, where sport is the reigning king, and brain-power to be an untapped resource. What is that mating cry of the pig that everyone carries on with. PAUSE. Ah yes Oi, oi, oi!
So charismatic! So suave! So Australian!
Golden nuggets it is and shall be! well done Crikey! for getting HG on board! a gem of a bloke! who can forget he and roy calling the AFL swans v eagles final when our tv screen showed a bunch of blokes bums in the air and the comment was ‘all we need is Cox (dean) in there! AFL & olympian homo-eroticism is well and truly alive with HG! I’m looking forward to biting satire and sporting prowess from the golden tonsiller as he gives us his views on this spectacle of spectacle and farce of farcicals.
Goy,
Is that short for Goyim? I wish I had your sunny disposition. Because I tried to watch a bit of the games yesterday. After ten minutes of being assailed by every crummy, sports clichéd, choirs of voices singing “We are one, we are many” with assorted images of school kids trying to run for gold(?) Of course. Well, at least it is better than the vomitous, dreary and unspeakably turgid piece of mediocrity called our national anthem.
I notice your opinion of George Bush Jnr’s tenure of office has been ‘not perfect’. You and I wouldn’t get on at all. I think this unspeakable sh*t is the only US President that could give Wlad The Impaler, a run for his money. Not even my dictionary has enough evil words to describe George Bush and his midget doppelgänger with his halitosis breath; our very own John Winston Howard. How dare you think that because I loathe all the bulls*it that goes with the Olympics, that I’m a blo*dy coalition supporter.
If not the best Games ever, then certainly the best since the Games of the XI Olympiad