It all goes somewhere!

We have the Olympics around the corner, it feels like it has been next week, next month for almost a year now... everything is based on it. All focus is on the Olympics. I am sure it doesn't help that I work basically in the Olympic village, though I wonder what it looks like from the outside. The main village and the majority of the venues are in a place called Stratford. This is zone 3 of the London tube system. Without sounding too harsh, this area is ROUGH. I have debated multiple times about carrying my Louis Vuitton bags here. To be fare it is and has gone under a huge regeneration project, though the people, they are still the people. The ones that think Twinings is "Posh" tea (ps, it is not, it is cheap, I actually couldn't believe how cheap it was!) These are the people whom smashed my white company glass display jar at Christmas during a gang fight and who last week asked for Cinnamon... so I proceed to show them the teas with Cinnamon in them that we have. I asked loose tea or tea bags and she then told me, no it is like a long brown stick.... really people, it is called CINNAMON! you buy it at in grocery store, I suggested waitrose, though I am sure this is much too posh for my matching jumpsuit wearing customer as well. ah, the adventures.... though the piece of the Olympics that fills my mind the most are the threats, the terrorist attacks, be it on the shopping centre, the stadium or greater London.

There are plans to put several missile launching points throughout the city for any rogue air crafts during the time. The thing is, these missiles shoot down the plane, ok... so everyone on the plane doesn't stand a chance, though not only this, but they, whomever they are, they have a plan for these planes and missiles. They are planning "escape routes" for these issues.
The plane and missile have to go somewhere, obviously they are not choosing any prime spot in central London, so that leaves the surrounding towns, the bits of farmland around. To fathom the people sitting in board rooms choosing where to crash planes, where given each possible flight path they will try to bring it down as opposed to the intended destination initially selected by the "bad guys." It will all be very interesting to see how it all plays out, with any luck, we won't know where they have chosen to re-direct these rogue planes because there won't be any, there will not be any problems at all and we will all celebrate the blissful wonderful athletic display on our doorstep.