The Foreigners Guide to the London 2012 Olympics

Welcome!

And before we begin – please accept our apologies. Your four-hour nightmare wait at UK passport control should not be taken as a sign of Britain’s contempt and hatred of foreigners. It is merely a symptom of a woeful lack of spending on a key aspect of travel infrastructure in the run-up to a hugely important event. In other words, it’s the government that hates you. Don’t worry, they hate us too!

England is, as you know, a land of Castles and Dukes and Princes and afternoon tea with cucumber sandwiches and jam on scones. If you don’t like any of these you can always pop into the numerous Starbucks scattered across the city like pimples on a teenager.

London is, as you know, the greatest city in the world. I fact, I believe it to be the greatest city in the whole bloody universe by jove. An awesome teeming boisterous but at times quiet city of introverted souls, and loud house-wives with brooms.

London is, as you know, totally wicked man! Innit! So sort ya self out in some cool summer clothing and armed with a cheeky smile, check out the lasses (ladies) down Stratford – where the bloody Olympics are happening! The Olympics! Cor Blimey! In the East End – who would have thought eh? My man Shakespeare will be reeling.

London is, as you know, where life begins and ends. It is the beginning and the end of the universe. Sandwiched between the Underground zones 1 and 6 is all of life. When you arrive in London and see the myriad faces, from across the globe, you may be mistaken in thinking you have arrived in the wrong place. Where are the English?! You may exclaim! Ha! The English – are everywhere…you see nationalty is a fluid concept here. It evolves, it is kneaded (like a dough of bread) and takes on different forms. It is not the bland one flavour dish of past – but a godzillion flavours mashed up into the bowl.

Aah England! The land that showeth the way…

Anyway, now to some good advice, to those arriving on these sceptr’d Isles.

Canadians: I’m afraid that while you are here you will be repeatedly mistaken for Americans and blamed for all sorts of stuff you had nothing to do with. Like McDonalds for example. Unless you can think of a quick and simple way to distinguish yourselves at a glance – flower in lapel? Saddle shoes? Maple leaf eyepatch? – then you are just going to have to suck it up and live with it.

Americans: While you’re here, why not pretend to be Canadian? Very few Britons can tell the difference, and it will allow you to rescue yourself from awkward conversations about the death penalty and erm, McDonalds…

Under no circumstances should you ask your taxi driver how excited he is about having the Olympics in London this summer. It’s not that he will be reluctant or embarrassed to offer a personal opinion on the matter. That is not the problem at all…the problem is, he might get so angry, that he might actually kill you. So yeah don’t ask him. If you really must speak to the Taxi driver just talk about the weather, or complain about something. They love complaining. Every loves a good old winge at something!

You will repeatedly hear that the East End of London, where the bulk of the Olympic events are being held, is an “up and coming” and “nice” area. You may wonder what this odd English expression means when applied to your immediate surroundings. You are quite right to.

Please pay no attention to those bow-tied etiquette experts you sometimes see on CNN International, telling you how to behave while in Britain. These people are generally of dubious provenance, normally live in California and tend to peddle advice that is either irrelevant or out of date. For example, they will often say that Britons love queuing and are so fond of apologising that they will often say “sorry” even when something isn’t their fault. In reality, Britons are just as likely to jump to the front of a queue and then punch the person behind them for coughing. It all depends on how muggy it is.

British people may seem to apologise a lot, but it doesn’t quite mean the same thing here. In the UK, “I’m sorry” actually means either a) I didn’t hear you; b) I didn’t understand you; or c) I both heard and understood you, and I think you’re an idiot.

You might expect locals to be, in the circumstances, a bit defensive about the weather. But it’s true: it really doesn’t rain like this every summer. This is exceptional, which is why it’s so cold in your hotel room. There aren’t normally this many soldiers in the streets either. No, honestly.

Britons love bleak humour: that’s why all the hire bikes are branded with the name of a bank currently being investigated for fixing interest rates. It’s supposed to be funny.

London’s bike hire scheme couldn’t be simpler, by the way: just go up to the terminal at any docking station, pay by card and take away one of our so-called “Boris bikes”. When you’re done with it, simply throw it into the nearest canal. They’re disposable.

If you have arrived early, you might just be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the final leg of the Olympic torch relay. Or you might be at a riot. Ask yourself the following questions: are there lots of people holding flames, or just one? Is everybody running in the right direction? Does the nearest branch of the Foot Locker shoe shop appear to be having the craziest sale ever?

Do not ask a policeman the best way to get to the West End or how to use an Oyster card. He wants to help, but he’s from the West Midlands (e.g. Birmingham)

Please aid the Olympic authorities and organisers by demonstrating at all times that you are not a terrorist. Do not sweat, take off your shoes, smile in a weird way while texting someone, or point and shout: “Hey! Look at all those missiles on that roof over there!” In fact, if you’re not using your hands for anything, it’s probably best if you keep them in the air where everybody can see them.

We here in the UK want nothing more than to provide you, our guests, with a fantastic experience this summer, combining the best in international sport, brilliant facilities, fantastic entertainment and a cultural legacy that draws on centuries of excellence in art and architecture. If you ended up with four tickets for the wrestling at the ExCel Centre, well, better luck next time.

Well have a jolly good time and erm, enjoy the weather! Man it’s bloody hot here ain’t it?!

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