Now is not the time to panic about British Olympic medal hopes: Keep Calm and Carry On

नमस्ते All is not well in the games for Britain. A lack of expected medals and the potential dropping the predicted totals from 70 to 60 is beginning to stir some anxiety in supporters. What can be done?

First, The Daily Telegraph, has the headline ‘Keep calm and carry on’, presumably a nod to this very blog from yours truly*?

Second, today the Guardian newspaper, once again apparently taking its lead from this humble blog now before your very eyes* suggests that now is not the time to give in to worry, and goes on to rally supporters thus:

Everyone is asking: where’s the gold? First Tom Daley failed to finish on the podium, then canoeist David Florence missed out on a medal – and even sailing legend Ben Ainslie is struggling in home waters. Team GB officials are urging us not to panic. But with France, Germany and Italy way ahead in the medal table, it is hard not to. So to keep the spirits up – and with apologies to our non-British readers – print out our poster and place it in your window

To encourage morale, the Guardian is making the following poster available., designed to be printed out and posted in every window of every Brit who yearns for success in their home games. Here it is, in its full glory:

I presume the Guardian is taking its lead from my humble blog

Over here in India we have a different approach – in between snatching footage via YouTube, furtively glancing at text updates during unsociable hours, watching Twitter twitch for any sign of success or otherwise – we say: keep calm and curry on.

The open ceremony: spectacular!
Watching the Olympics Opening Ceremony demanded more planning this year than it might have otherwise if I was still in my native London where it is based this time.

Here in Delhi it started around 1am IST so, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stay awake throughout the night to watch, I dozed first for a couple of hours and set the alarm. Being roused from Morpheus’ arms at this time was quite literally a rude awakening but I managed it anyway.

It’s a good job I did. It was an incredible spectacle and seemed to capture the historical and modern Britain so well. I felt proud to be British, happy that the games were in good hands, and – if truth be known – relieved that the sometimes uncertain build-up was overturned by such a celebrated spectacular. I’ll remember the night the games started in London 2012.

*The truth is a little less rewarding, I admit: as regular readers know, I take my blog title from the wartime propaganda posters which intended to encourage morale during WW2 नमस्ते

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