8 years on, Caliban’s Dream remains my favourite piece of music. Beautiful and haunting, it always brings a tear to my eye.
Having undergone a £272m conversion, London’s Olympic Stadium is ready to host Premier League football and world-class athletics. With its future secured, what hopes remain for its legacy?
For the last few years I’ve employed a little life hack: signing up my future self to things I would ordinarily avoid.
They say change is as good as a rest. With early morning commutes, a distinctive uniform and interaction with the general public, volunteering at the London 2012 Paralympic Games couldn’t have been further removed from the desk-bound job I’d become weary of.
The last two weeks have been amazing. I tried my best to sample as much ofthe Olympic fever as I could, but with so much going on, the spectacle was overwhelming. So much to see, so little time to see it.
Olympics happen once every four years. Most are unlikely to ever experience them in their own country. I get shivers whenever I see banners with the Olympic Rings on them. This is once in a lifetime event, and I intend to make the very most of it.
Rather than showcase British interactive design talent, the biggest cultural event of our generation has been represented online by an uninspired mess that flies the flag for the status quo.