Day two of the Olympics.
I love the Olympics. I pretend that I can tell a good synchro dive from a bad one. I cry when people win sports I have never heard of. I have pressed the red button for interactive TV for the first time ever. I love it. But - Purlease! - if more one BBC commentator asks how on earth we are ever going to beat this years opening ceremony in 2012.....
Here's my suggestion.
The stadium is dark. There is a fanfare by a military band ( I don't care who thinks they are a superpower, no one can march like a UK military band). A screen comes to light on the floor of the stadium. Pictures are projected onto it. A maternity ward in the DCR . A school in Cambodia . A clean water systen in Nepal. A whole sequence of images of what we bought instead of effectively rolling up tenners inside a firework tube and setting fire to them. The lights come up. The athletes come in each wearing a badge with the face of a child in Lesotho whose parents is alive because they actually got HIV/AIDs medication.