I suspect that even the most sceptical of Scots watching the opening of the London Olympic games would have been moderately impressed with the show. Danny Boyle did a marvellous job in putting it all together and it would be churlish to say otherwise. Even if he did have a staggering £27million to spend on creating it.
It was a masterpiece of fantasy Britishness mixed with some historical nods to the past which we on this small Island four country state could be proud of.
Beginning with English village cricket being played on a village green, with Jerusalem ringing out, moving briefly through renditions of Danny Boy in a Northern Ireland devoid of the Irish Troubles, Bread of Heaven in the Welsh Valleys missing the tragedy of Aberfan, and Flower of Scotland sung by children at Edinburgh Castle, minus a whiff of the Highland Clearances and the Massacre of Glencoe.
A stream of fictional Mary Poppins floated down from the sky and the Industrial Revolution began, the same Industrial revolution which destroyed the land and the cottage industry livelihoods of the poor peasants,and created wage slavery.
He told the tales of the The Jarrow Marchers, the Trade Union movement, and the Suffragettes, with the beginnings of the NHS.
None of which would have pleased the Tories,and would have made modern day Labour very uncomfortable, knowing how far they have come from their roots!
A moment of quiet to remember the great sacrifices made during the World wars,and to remember those who died in the London Bombing of 2005. But nothing of the Falklands, Iraq or Afghanistan!
By the end of the show, when the amazing cauldron was created from hundreds of copper petals the crowd were on their feet..Bravo Bravo!
The Union Flags waved excitedly and proudly, the torch had been handed on to the next generation, and we were pleased with our achievements of being British! We had handed over a legacy to our children to be proud of, hadn’t we?
Her majesty Queen Lizzie had even played her part in good humour by jumping out of a helicopter with James Bond seemingly.
The Labour and Tory politicians quickly swarmed the twittersphere..with a Get that Right Round You, you smelly Nats, we are all proud to be British,and you and your silly Nationalism has been dealt a crushing blow!
The jingoism of British Nationalism had won this day.Or had it?
Unfortunately for them, a greater reality messed up their fantasy.
If only the show had ended with the lighting of the cauldron. Instead we had a well past it McCartney out of synch croaking out an embarrassing Hey Jude.
Whatever greatness that Great Britain had ever laid claim to, is long gone with their empire. Much like the sight of the shambling unrecognisable sight of a confused broken down boxer they had flown in to touch the Olympic flag. Like Mohammed Ali, this State is long past its claim to glory,and the show like all good fairy tales ended happily ever after,with no mention of the crippled financial mess and mess of poverty and corruption which has putrid self serving gangrene at its heart.
No mention that the NHS is being broken up and privatised in England and Wales, not the happy bed bouncing children with traditional nurses depicted by the show.No mention of Banker and Political corruption at the core. No mention of the poor being returned in our modern day society back to the days of the poor house and the street beggars. No mention of the dismantling and redundancy of the armed forces,as they are not affordable any more for their war games.
But her Majesty knew, didn’t she? Despite her willing participation in the James Bond sketch, her face portrayed her real feelings as she glowered,and grimaced,and scowled through the whole event.
Their is no Great left in Britain, except in a Danny Boyle Fantasy Show.
Rule Britannia? She no longer Rules the waves.
In fact, there is nothing much to rule of anything now.
Oh Danny Boyle, those pipes, those pipes are calling, from Glen to Glen and on the Mountainside.The summer’s gone, and all the flow’rs are dying
and we Scots must go to Be a Nation again!