The year 2012, what exactly does it mean to you? For enthusiasts of time, calendars and dates, 2012 means a leap year! That's right, it isn't one of those run of the mill 365 day occasions. Instead, we get an extra day that normally doesn't exist! Roll on February 29th!
And this year, thuggish England football fans will be getting excited as they prepare to jet off to Poland and the Ukraine to witness our lads (© The Sun) losing in Euro 2012.
But the mass global event we're all thoroughly bored of hearing about is the 2012 Olympics. Like a school sports day on a grander scale, millions from around the world will get to see London make a complete mess of it. With the help of an all singing, all dancing and all wrinkled Paul McCartney.
Recently, lizard-president of the UK, David Cameron wanted to see more support come from TV networks so the British film industry could rosily bloom like a bunch of flowers next to a cancer victim's grave. We all laughed and scorned at the prime ministers suggestions, however, we wish that the same train of thought was suggested to the Olympics.
Us British like a good old piece of nostalgia. Honestly, it's amazing that some trendy company haven't found a way of sucking the fondest memories you possess out your brain and converted them into some awful glistening cupcake. Imagine if you ever felt sad or lonely; a delicious slice of nostalgia cake could be scoffed down to get that happy feeling back in your tummy.
Obviously, we're obsessed about the past because the UK has nothing to look forward to. We've already peaked.
From winning the 1966 World Cup or remembering the time when one of our princesses got smushed to bits in a Paris tunnel, you'll be guaranteed that a tabloid paper will mention it at any given opportunity. In the music world, Paul McCartney is someone that we supposedly can't get enough of. As someone who played in a band named after his favourite type of insect that weren't even as good as The Beach Boys, he is amazingly popular and at time of writing, hasn't been put in a home for his own good.
Britain is a nation to afraid to even vaguely venture in to new territories, kind of like your average holiday maker who insists on getting chips instead of rice with his chicken korma. Once you get into a habit, it's hard to break it. Think about it, we wheeled out Paul McCartney in 2002 when The Queen had her Golden Jubilee. Though we assume they'd have used Freddie Mercury if he hadn't died of the AIDS. Speaking about any possible Olympic involvement, McCartney said:
"I am seeing the guy because there is something they want me to do. I might be doing something in the Olympics. I know until then."
When do we get to vote him into the Dignitas house in Switzerland?
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