Aug 6 2012 By Paul Warburton
BEEN a bit slow to tell the truth – but have discovered after eight days media don’t have to move a muscle getting around the Olympics.
Previously, like other punters I fetched up at the Stratford end of Olympic Park and trudged to the different venues – and some trudge.
It’s 20 minutes from station to the hockey Riverbank Arena minus the airport scan where I’ve removed my belt more times than a weightlifter.
But guess what? I’ve come across the perks of the Main Press Centre that’s closer to Hackney Wick, one station back.
Actually, you could hardly miss something that’s almost its own mini village.
Shops, restaurants, even a choir serenading those on the way to the buses who get dropped off practically on the track, fill the space of something the size of nearby London City Airport.
The numbers and size of these Games are awesome, and here’s another - two million applied for tickets to see Usain this evening, and I was told by a pal I should thank my lucky stars I was there for free and being chauffeured to my seat.
I guess that’s the fantastic perk of doing the job, and it could be worse.
I feel sorry for the worker who’s just spooned up another dollop of baked beans for a truck driver at a service station halfway up the M1 – but the hours are probably not much different for either of us.
And right now, I could do with beans and a bit of egg and bacon. Have been living off a diet of the Games media centre food since the off – which might tell you why some of us are slowing down and taking the bus to get around.
Not so Mr Bolt, and if this is rubbing it in – TV doesn’t do justice to athletics. The sheer speed of all events highlighted by the 100m makes watching it live just a bit more special.
Spare a thought for Olympic hammer champion Krisztian Pars. The poor man won a medal the same weight and worth as the Jamaican Galactico. Unfortunately, the Hungarian went all but unnoticed as a million flashes got aimed at Lightning.