"President" Jacques Rogge of the IOC:
why is one not surprised he is a Belgian?
There was an old codger called, I think, Samaranch, who ran the Olympics racket a few years ago who was said to expect to be treated with the ceremonial and deference due a Head of State whenever he made an imperial progress around the world. Nothing very much has changed, it seems.
The Times today tells us of the breath-taking scale of the demands for gas-guzzling limos that is being made for the Olympics Nomenklatura to effect their egress to and from the various venues for 2012, the smart restaurants, the banks, nightclubs and brothels of London. Three thousand, one hundred and forty five of them, no less, will be needed to ensure that transport appropriate to the importance and dignity of such as the 110 IOC members, 400 presidents and secretary-generals from the Olympic committees of the 200 competing nations and 450 senior executives from corporate sponsors and other hangers-on. In addition special settings for traffic-lights will be installed and dedicated lanes set aside for the swift transit of these swells to their fun.
Thus will London come to resemble not, as the plan is, a modern 21st Century City but rather Moscow in the 1970s or Pyong-Yang today. The smog element may well be the same too.