Elizabeth II, long to parachute over us, plummeting from a helicopter with James Bond, is what will live longest in the memory, perhaps. (It certainly gives a new meaning to ‘I’ll treat you like a Queen.’)
But what we should take away from Danny Boyle’s stellar Olympic opening ceremony is how even the fun-hating wet blankets of the laughless Left – you know, us – can find something to enjoy in a bit of pageantry, celebration and (gasp) patriotism. If it’s done well.
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