I braved Primark’s flagship store on Oxford Street.
For the brand snobs out there, this was to buy elastic hairbands.
I got to the pay desk.
The chap serving me was a black, 17-20 something Londoner. “Did you see the ceremony?” He said animatedly. I replied that I had. “Brilliant, innit!” And then, as he handed me my change, he punched the air with his fist, smiled the biggest smile and simply said, ”British!”
The chap serving me was a black, 17-20 something Londoner. “Did you see the ceremony?” He said animatedly. I replied that I had. “Brilliant, innit!” And then, as he handed me my change, he punched the air with his fist, smiled the biggest smile and simply said, ”British!”
For those who still gripe about the cost of the games and their worth, that gesture, I think, says it all.
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