No Ken do for the London Olympics
London isn’t going to host the 2012 Olympics – you read it here first. The Diary is of the opinion that the whole bid is merely a vehicle to make Ken Livingstone look like a Fairy Godmother – he must be fed up with being Dick Whittington.
The clinching evidence, in the Diary’s view, came at last week’s Diwali dinner in aid of the Loomba Trust, a charity that educates the children of poor widows in India.
Ken, after his usual Olympic spiel, apparently promised that, if London does see off rival bids from Paris, New York, Madrid and Moscow to secure the Games, he would fly all the children in Loomba’s care from India to England to attend.
Suddenly, the penny dropped: Ken has known all along that the IOC will take one look at London’s infrastructure and hop straight on the next Piccadilly Line train to Heathrow (they might have to wait a while). So he knows he can make all manner of outrageous promises, conditional on the unlikely event of London being awarded the Olympics.
The British public can only hope IOC president Jacques Rogge doesn’t rumble the plan and decide to teach Livingstone a lesson… “I sold my kidney to pay Council Tax” is not a headline the Diary wishes to read – or be the subject of.
