Loved the fireworks.
Loved history on and through paper.
Loved the moving movable type.
Loved the delighted athletes of the world.
Loathed the goose-stepping soldiers.
Loathed the mass synchronised movements.
Loathed the rhythmic grunts.
Bit worried about the cute young people in ethnic minority dress.
Hope that unity doesn’t mean homogeneity.
Hope that harmony comes from welcoming difference.
Wish Crouching Tiger Roy and Hidden Dragon H.G. were doing the TV commentary.
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