Nick the Bookman has been composing his Magnum Opus since the end of the Beijing Olympics, emailing it to me in installments. It might take a few more weeks or months to complete, if ever. Here are the first 3 installments, written in his own, unique, inimitable style, I haven't edited them yet.
Enjoy! I'm sure he'd love some feedback in this forum or directly to nick.bookman -at- gmail.com.
The Olympic Games, Beijing 2008
A Meditation On Reality And Perception, or How I Enjoyed the Olympics 2008
Chapter 1
OK, we on? Right, here are the ground rules. This story is being constructed on two levels: Mostly real-time chronology with notes written in hectic haste over a fortnight. Also, reconstruction after the event where I reserve the right to surf the timestream, dipping in and out of the eternal now. It's being written in several sessions, starting 26-8-08. ("You pretentious git! You're just doing it to wank around with the Rules of Writing and justify sloppy research!" "Well, yes, but it's gonna be a wild and fun ride. Hang ten in there dudes and babes!")
It's four days before the start of the Beijing Olympics 2008 and a glitch has occurred, disturbing the even serenity of my countdown to entry into The Realm Of The Couch Potato. The TV and DVD have made some sort of unholy electro-suicide pact and basically, died. Yes, the Ghost has left the Machine. The Micro has cashed in its Chip. They've departed for Silicon Heaven. Bother! Cue, small rant, but I avoid the temptation to kick them to pieces so they'll work again. Time to go shopping...mission accomplished. Everything works, but no spare cash to upgrade to digital. So I'm restricted to lo-def tv reception on ATV World, ATV Home, TVB Pearl and TVB Jade. Plus some babble on the BBC in the morning. Research materials comprise the daily Olympics section in the SCMP and the 2001 Guinness Book of World Records. I've filled 3 notebooks with semi-incoherent gonzo scribbles which I'll now try to cobble together in some sensible manner. I think I know how it will come out...over a fortnight mashed into the couch and a chipper ending.
China has spent seven years preparing for their big Coming Out Party. They've built the Birds Nest Stadium and the adjacent Water Cube. Two stunning examples of 21st century architecture and hi-tech design. They're contained within The Olympic Green, along with the Olympic Village, the main Press Centre, the Fencing Hall, the Indoor Stadium (for handball and gymnastics) and venues for the soccer, water pole and modern pentathlon. The tennis, archery and hockey venues are adjacent to the Village. There's a huge forest area, landscaped and cultivated to perfection. The entire site, which runs down a historic north-south axis, is 1,135 hectares. That's roughly 4 times the size of Monaco, or the Vatican State. The estimated cost of construction and renovation is about 12 billion yuan, or 13.7 billion HK dollars. The land was pretty much commandeered by "divine decree" (tough luck wrinklies and peasants. We've got a nice Potemkin Village for you to move to and don't dare complain). The final few months were plagued by concerns over air pollution. Unrest in Tibet came to the boil, followed by a brutal crackdown. There was a severe late winter which paralysed the southern part of the country, to be followed in May by the disastrous Sichuan Earthquake. In the midst of this, the Burmese Generals showed their kind and caring side as the country was devastated by widespread floods and near-tsunami 2004 death tolls. Protests greeted the Olympic Torch relay in Athens, London, Paris and San Francisco. Another chilly reception awaited on top of Mount Everest, but everything was stage-managed to perfection when the Torch Relay touched down on home soil. Hong Kong did its bit for the Motherland, turning out in huge numbers for the Relay's appearance in HK . Although, the police thought it necessary to arrest a few pro-Tibet supporters for their own good and safety.
Time to jump ahead to the Opening Ceremony. It began at 2008 (ie at 8 minutes past 8 in the evening on August the 8th, 2008. So the figures line up as 2008/8/8/2008. Lucky Chinese number symbolism). It was a stunning affair and I got so caught up in watching it all that I didn't make any notes. June's European Soccer Championships were a pre-taste in hindsight. Those gigs were held in daylight, so no elegant laser displays. The Ceremonies were about one-tenth scale, Performers used cubes and cards to form shapes, designs and logos. Very Busby Berkeley from the awesome aerial shots. The cameras swooping and dipping and flowing above the pitch. The release of several hundred multi-coloured balloons from some hi-tech tepee/traffic cone contraptions. Way to go, Austria and Switzerland! I watched the Olympics Opening Ceremony on ATV World because Kiwi commentator Keith Quinn was doing the talking. He's a veteran of several HK 7's and really knows his stuff. He tells you what you want to know (even if you didn't) when it's important. The TVB Pearl crew seem a bit disorganised and behind the action. Though TVB does have subtitles for President Hu Jintan's speech, which ATV doesn't do. ATV's picture quality is also better for a change. The TVB images are a bit scruffy and washed out. Welcome to Lo-Def TV.
The first part of the show depicted China's history. Tributes to the invention of scrolls, writing and printing. Praise for famous travellers and the invention of the compass. A section depicting the Rise of the Great Wall. A massive firework show to glorify the invention of gunpowder (possibly a bit of a dodgy tribute there, considering the global consequences since). The arts were honoured. Opera and ethnic music. Calligraphy and printing and painting all took a bow. Over 2,000 performers on the field. Drummers, singers, acrobats, high-wire workers (looking like they were auditioning for The Matrix or Crouching Tiger). Lang Lang played a white grand piano, accompanied by a young girl, later reported to be a good-looking ringer, lip-synching to the actual singer who was not deemed pretty enough. Not that this is a unique Milli Vanilli moment. Apparently the Sydney Symphony Orchestra "instrument-synched" to music played by the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra in 2000.
An enormous globe rises from the field to signify One World, One Dream. Some of the acrobats are tethered upside down. The sounds and lighting effects are jaw dropping. Visuals of past glorys are running on LED panels around the rim of the Bird's Nest. Firework footprints bloom in the night sky, leading to the Stadium. They're later revealed to be computer-enhanced visuals. Displays form the interlinked Olympic rings logo and other geometric shapes. Steven Spielberg is conspicuous by his absence...
The award-winning Chinese Director Zhang Yimou is firmly in charge of this spectacle. He's castigated for his "hubris" a couple of days later by Trevor Lunn of Pokfulam in a letter to the SCMP. Mr. Lunn compares his arrogance to that of "David" Cameron declaring himself "King of the World" at the 1997 Oscars. "David" Cameron has now slipped from those lofty heights to being the mere leader of Britain's opposition Conservative Party. Meanwhile, JAMES Cameron, the Director and self-styled "King of the World" is making a stunning new 3-D sci-fi epic called "The Avatar. I think his interest in filming The Conservatives is lower than sand crab shit on the seabed of the Marianas Trench. Sloppy editing by the SCMP subs or maybe they're making some subtle ironic point that escapes me? A later episode shows a photo of a disabled ball girl (can't find her name) at the US Open. The photo is not reversed. Her right leg is a hi-tech prosthetic, similar to those worn by South African runner Oscar Pretorious, who was ruled out of competing in Beijing, unless it's at the Paralympics. The story says she lost her left leg as an infant. Amputated because of multiple defects. What to believe?
Next is the March of the Athletes. Basically, 205 countries, states, kingdoms, republics and protectorates are taking part. One country (I forget which) fails to muster in time and is left out of the procession. Greece enter first (no doubt as punishment for dreaming up the Games originally. Make them stand the longest in the centrefield!). After that countries enter in any old order, conforming to the Chinese "alphabetical" system. HK is quite early. The USA is near the end with former Sudanese runner/immigrant Lopez Lomong proudly holding the Stars and Stripes. China comes in last - the prerogative of the host nation. Basketball superstar Yao Ming carries the flag. He's accompanied by a young boy - a hero from the Sichuan Earthquake who ignored personal danger to rescue his classmates. I think there are over 9,000 athletes taking part overall.
A minor quibble is there is no split screen to show the progress of the Torch towards the Bird's Nest. Only the last 5 runners are shown within the stadium. The surprise final bearer is veteran gymnast Li Ning - now a resident of Hong Kong. He's been practising his part in secret for weeks and at night. He gets lifted aloft with the Torch bravely flickering to near-extinction and runs about 500 metres around the lip of the Bird's Nest to light a huge torch. Neo in The Matrix couldn't have done it any better, but it's hard maintaining the illusion of running in space while tipped sideways, and hanging about 70 metres high. Some people think it's the biggest torch to date. I think the Cauldron in Seoul 1988 was vaster. It certainly flashfried a lot of doves of peace! Muhammad Ali's ravaged appearance from Parkinson's Disease in Atlanta 1996 was the most emotional torch-lighting of recent Olympiads, although Australia would plump for aboriginal 400 metres runner Cathy Freeman as their fave-rave.
Chapter 2
Meanwhile, things aren't going too well in the real world. The American and Russian Presidents are in Beijing and have already had a brief chat. "Mad Vlad the Bad Cad" Putin has unveiled his new rad fad to the future former Most Powerful Man in the World. I think it went something like this..."Hey Dipshit. We're invading Georgia tomorrow. FUCK YOU! And your Missile Defence System"... Putin is quite a piece of work isn't he? Let's see. A former KGB head thug. The poisonous spawn of Yuri Andropov, "Put-On" claims he never got his hands "wet", but was only an administrator. He's turned off Ukraine because they didn't want to pay an inflated power bill. He's jailed the top bankers/oil men on possible trumped up corruption charges. He's let the Maffiya run the black market economy unimpeded. He was responsible for gassing the hostages and terrorists in the Moscow Opera House, without having the antidote handy. He screwed up the Belsen School Hostage Crisis by delaying 3 days before sending in the troops. He's fostered an inferior identi-clone on the country, taking a page out of Poodle the Bliar's handbook. He's a man whose soul is clearly visible to the American Lame Duckya leader.
Now, he's invaded Georgia, possibly as some demented tribute to "Kindly Uncle Joe" Stalin, who remains forever as Georgia's most infamous native son. A ruthless sociopath with approximately 18 million deaths, not pricking his conscience. (The late Great Helmsman Mao Tsetung remains Top of the Chops with an estimated 20 million plus. Mostly from his experiments in Social Upheaval. He also helped re-introduce "long pig" into Chinese cuisine during the worst excesses of the Cultural Revolution). Meanwhile, Putin's still talking. "...Defence System. And don't send "Timeshare" Condo(leeza) here or I'll get my good pal, the President of Bezerkistan to boil her head in oil!"
Does this woman have a world class pedigree in pissing off other VIPs or what? Can you hear them saying "Who is this hectoring, jumped-up, over-promoted Teacher? Who is this Uppity Tar-Baby lecturing us with the Forked Tongue of Breath-taking Hypocrisy? Who is this malign Omarosa with a thwarted passion for Moronya, beating vapidly in her callow breast?" She's Bush Reich in a nutshell: DO AS I SAY, NOT AS I DO. Poor Madelaine Allbright must be appalled at what this classic example of Upward Failure has done to the prestige of the post of Secretary of State. Meanwhile, the news seems to have upset the US Lunatic-in-Chief so much that when offered an opportunity to caress the creamy, pert buttocks of American beach volleyball player Misty May-Treanor, he can only fumble gracelessly at her lower back. And this takes place while "Treasonous" Dick Cheney is (quietly) in charge of the country.
Time to go surfing. As I write this, "Treasonous" is visiting Georgia with promises of support and massive aid. If Sakaashvili was wily and ruthless enough, he'd have Cheney assassinated. ("Wasn't me. Why would I bump off some guy who's gonna give me a billion bucks in arms and aid? It's all Putin's fault. Don't believe his denials"). Imagine watching that on live primetime. Can you feel a tidal wave of undiluted joy encircling the world? ("Fuck! Fucking fucker's fucked!" "What?, who?" "Cheney! He just got "splashed" in Georgia". "Well, when you're involved in "wet work" with scumbags"). Aaarghh! Enough! Let's get into the sports now.
The first week of the Olympics comprises the swimming and some of the team gymnastics. I've had a soft spot for the swimmers for a long time. I was on the fringes of the HK Olympic Swimming Squad in 1968. Trained alongside some other swimmers who made the Mexico Games. I wasn't quite good enough. My best time for the 100 metres freestyle was about 64 seconds - about 3 seconds or so outside the qualifying time. I did swim for HK in a meet against the Philippines once. Managed not to drown. When working for ATV (1974-1980) I had the privilege of interviewing Mark Spitz, the superstar of the Munich Olympics of 1972. I also interviewed Jim Montgomery, the American swimmer who set a world record of 49.99 secs for the 100 metres freestyle in Montreal 1976. Jim was a guest of honour at the soon-to-be-ended Cross-Harbour Swim from Tsim Sha Tsui to Central. What golden and innocent days they were. Imagine being able to swim in the harbour. Now, it's so built-up, you could probably cross it with a triple jump. Or a pole vault. Obviously, this is poetic license. You'd most likely bounce off all the crap in the water. Mark Spitz is the Memory Man of the Beijing Olympics. His record of 7 Gold Medals and 7 World Records is considered under serious threat by American sensation Michael Phelps. Young Michael's job has been made easier by the premature retirement of Aussie fishman, Ian "Thorpedo" Thorpe because of dubious and unproved allegations of drug cheating. Phelps is trying for an unprecedented 8 Gold Medals, possibly with 8 World Records to boot. His first race is scheduled for Sunday,10-8-08 - the second day of competition and third overall.
After a bright start watching the OC on ATV World, it's TVB Pearl who are taking the Olympics seriously. Their crack team of commentators are Don Bozarth (DB), Andrew Sams (AS), Kiki Stensgaard (KS), and Brendan Telfer (BT). They interchange a lot, which helps to keep things fresh and lively. They also blow ATV World out of the water. To put it frankly, ATV's coverage is a joke. And near non-existent at that. They do quite a good review with former HK soccer player Tim Bredbury on the Main News. They also have a 30 minute round up late at night, which features way too much, fencing, rowing, shooting, judo and weightlifting for my taste. Not enough glamour, but it's these sports in which China excels. They head the medal table after Day One with 2 Golds only - one in Women's 48 kg weightlifting and the other for Men's 10 metre air pistol The USA is in overall lead with 3 medals, one of each. China was expected to snatch a third Gold, but favourite Du Li could only finish fifth in the Women's 10 metre air rifle The Gold went to Katerina Emmons of the Czech Republic. Her American husband Matt achieved notoriety in Athens 2004 by shooting at the wrong target and screwing up his gold medal chances. Hope he doesn't melt-down again this time.
The shocking news of Day One (by which I mean the FIRST day of competition, following the preceding evening's Opening Ceremony) is the fatal knifing of American tourist Todd Bachman by deranged Chinaman Tang Yongming. Tang, who also severely injured Mrs. Barbara Bachman and a Chinese tour guide, leapt to his death from the 13th Century Drum Tower in the heart of Beijing. His motives remain unclear. Todd Bachman was the father-in-law of Hugh McCutcheon the Kiwi head coach of the US Men's volleyball team. A tragedy, invoking unwelcome flashbacks to the bomb blast at the Olympic Park at Atlanta 1996, which killed two people and wounded dozens of others. A lot of Bad Stuff has impinged on the Olympics over the decades.
Chapter 3
In 2004, it was the ongoing saga of drug cheats. Greek athletes were prominent in getting kicked out for cheating or not attending mandatory tests. Whole weightlifting teams used to vanish overnight after testing positive. Same in 2000 when Marian Jones strutted her funky stuff in a "high" state of excitement. Denied it for years, got caught in the Balco scam, confessed, had her 5 medals seized, did six months slam time for perjury, (released today as I write) and her records were erased from the books. Her ex-husband,Tim Montgomery is facing serious jail time for dealing in smack. There are numerous unknown others as well. 1992 wasn't so bad. I think the Basque Separatists, ETA, called a truce for the Barcelona Games so as not to scare away the tourists and their money.
The three Olympics in the Eighties saw the blurring of politics and sports. In 1988, Ben Johnson ran a then world record 9.79 seconds for the Men's 100 metres. He was ripped to the tits on Stanazopol. Cocky Carl Lewis was promoted from silver. Recently revealed confidential reports say Carl had unexplainable (in the sense that the authorities didn't try. They covered it up) traces of Bad Stuff in his system, but "Hey, he's our Great Black Hope, you know..." Moscow 1980 and Los Angeles 1984 were tit-for-tat boycotts. Jimmy Carter pulled The Free World out because the USSR invaded Afghanistan in 1979. You'd think by now the message would have sunk in. Afghanistan. Bad and primitive place. Very macho. Lots of torture. Stay the fuck away. It's the lure of all those poppies I guess. All those narcobucks and control of a strategic region. But, hey world, you weren't invited over to trash the place. You're worse than Leatherface and his Sawyer kin going head to head with Animal House. We only want to live in peace. To raise our children in a risible religion to blow themselves up. To have sexual congress with our farm animals. To emulate America.
Anyway, in 1984 the SovBloc decided to retaliate against the West's decision to let them win almost everything in Moscow. They cited security as the reason for pulling out, but in truth, they couldn't beat the drug tests. Hell, they probably couldn't pass the gender tests in most cases. So they stayed home and sulked and probably created three or four new sexes in the interim. Black African nations pulled out of Montreal 1976 because New Zealand had sent a rugby union team to tour South Africa, thus breaking the Cultural/Sports embargo. Rugby Union wasn't even an Olympic sport anymore. It was kicked into touch after 1928. Amusingly enough, the United States are the reigning Olympic Rugby champs,beating France (check score) in the last final to date. Then of course, there was Munich 1972...
Munich is probably the most notorious Olympiad since Berlin 1936. A rap I'm sure the Germans would love to expunge from history. Eleven dead Israeli athletes and officials, killed by the Arab terrorist group, Black September. Some died early in the hostage drama, the rest in a bungled rescue by West German security forces. The autocratic Avery Brumbage (usually nicknamed Avery Umbrage for his hostility towards deviation from the Olympic Spirit and Charter) decreed 24 hours of mourning and then, hey, the show must go on. He was an early role model for Juan Savaranch and the other Lords of the Rings. Corrupt to the cores of their cellular structure.
Hong Kong has an interesting sidebar to the story. The famous photo of the balaclava-wearing terrorist on the balcony was shot by an ATV cameraman. The HK delegation was in the same building as the Israelis. The HK Olympic head, A de O "Sonny" Sales persuaded the terrorists to let the HK athletes and officials exit unscathed. They agreed, possibly thinking why cause more shit than we can handle. Of course, this was the Dawn of Terror, where hijackers would negotiate and blow up empty airplanes as a sign of good faith. Hostage and prisoner swaps were common. I remember flying back to London from HK in September 1970 and being told upon safe arrival that the only other BOAC flight from the Asian/Mid-east region had been hijacked. That was the Leila Khalid incident. We knew less about the drama than the rest of the world. I was on my way to boarding school (Milton Abbey in Dorset) and it was my first trip to England since 1963 when all the family, except Dad, lived in Liverpool through the worst snowstorms of my life. I found out much later I was less than 3 miles away from The Cavern where the Beatles were refining/tidying up their act after raunchy excesses on the Reeperbahn. So near and yet so young... (Hey, Nick, this is all fucking fantastic, you know, but when do we get to the sports shit?)
Mexico, 1968 began with the army massacring over 400 students and workers in the main square of Mexico City. Top that for a prelude. John Carlos and Tommy Smith electrified the world with their Black Power salutes on the winner's dais. On the field, Dick Fosbury pioneered the Fosbury Flop in the high jump while Bob Beamon still holds the Olympic Record for the long jump. 8.90 metres or 29 feet, 2.5 inches. An extraordinary feat. He broke the world record by more than two feet. It was his first and only jump in the final. It wasn't until 1995 that fellow-American Mike Powell leapt 8.95 metres or 29 feet, 4.5 inches to take this most coveted of records. Cue much bad feeling and plain rudeness from Cocky Carl Lewis who intimated that Powell must have flying on something. There's something rather mean-spirited about Carl Lewis. His prissy hissing fits. His tight-arsed petulance and thin lipped annoying pouts. His egotism. Is he worried that everyone thinks he's gay and repressed and a sore loser? Is that a faint echo of yes-yes-yes circling the globe?
There were other Olympics. Melbourne 1956, shortly after those pesky Commies invaded Hungary, nominally a Soviet satrap. Retribution came swiftly when Hungary and Russia met in the men's water polo. I think Hungary won, but it's certain both sides lost...a lot of blood in the pool. And then there was Berlin. 1936. Adolf Hitler's deluded plan to convince the world that Germany was fun-loving and peaceful and with a Wagnerian adoration of outsize architecture. The concentration camps were already up and running. The Olympic sites were almost like VVIP Suites where the great and good could mingle, oblivious to the Fascist backdrop permeating the rest of Berlin and its environs. It took a poor black American athlete, less than an hour to stick a fork into Hitler's myth of Aryan Superiority. Jesse Owens was the star of the Games and the human face behind the pomp and glory. He set four world records in the 100 metres, long jump, the 4 x 100 metre relay and (check it later). His closest friend at the Games and most competitive rival was Hans Lutz (check name again) - the pin-up boy for blond, blue-eyed Aryans. Hans didn't give a shit for Hitler's theories. His friendship was real, warm, based on mutual respect and lasted until his death in World War Two.
Goodness me. This has been rather a long and meandering rant-cum-ramble. Excuse me folks. I seem to have drifted off in a haze of platitudes and hyperwaffle from the Opening Orators. It's time to get down and dirty and dish up the sports factoids you've all been patiently waiting for. At Beijing 2008, there are 28 different sports. A total of 302 Gold Medals will be awarded. Probably 302 Silver and 302 Bronze as well. I'm sure they make more in case there's a tie on time or points and no sudden death allowed, Except in Georgia. Apparently a Gold Medal contains 6 grams of gold, Not sure of the equivalent ratios in the Silver and Bronze Medals. The Equestrian events, which are being held here in Hong Kong, are the only ones with a dress code of "white tie and tails" (so to speak). They're the only events in which men and women compete together. Princess Anne is the ONLY competitor in history who has NEVER been subject to a sex test. Probably because it might have proved her to be a centaur. Her father once famously said that she wasn't interested in anything unless it ate hay or she could ride it. That didn't dissuade her first husband, Mark "Fog" Phillips though. Their daughter, Zara, withdrew from this Olympics at a late stage, due to injury. And that's about all the Equestrian coverage that I intend to have.
to be cont'd...
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