The beating heart of the nation. Londinium to the Romans. Lundenwic to the Saxons. Lundenburg to Alfred the Great. But to all generations since: London. Our London of today. London has known suffering…
But London always rises again. London is a monument; to the hard times, to the good. Celebration of what we have been, what we are today. London. Our heart, and our sinews, and our voice. Poetry, and prose. People, and places. London now throws open its doors to a new theatre of dreams. A city in waiting. A city on the move; humans on the move. Fascination with making the next step faster, stronger, and being the fastest and the strongest.
This… is London of the Olympic Games. And since this is our heart and our voice, London must feel and speak of romance, of love. London is ready- so take a deep breath… But not for long, for London is about to cry out… with heart and soul!
Let the games commence.
