Faulty toilet system fixed
Monday night was hell of a time at the Main Press Centre of the lovely Olympic Park. The water supply to the toilets failed and the building managers had to close the toilets. The cleaners had made real efforts to keep flushing things down until they were overwhelmed.
It took me three minutes of negotiations with the young ladies in charge to permit to use the system just once. I was pressed and convinced it was going to be purely liquid discharge before they allowed me. I saw them turn two people away before me and I had to employ the ingenuity of jokes.
They laughed out their hearts and I kept to my promise. In Lagos I wouldn’t have bothered so much because there’s usually the alternative venue.
And first thing on Tuesday I made the toilet inspections and they were clean and back in use.
Water versus alcohol
When the organisers of the London Games fixed a well equipped giant bar by the Main Press Centre, I thought they got at the wrong spot. But just one stay at the venue has convinced me beyond reasonable doubt that the planners did their research well. The drinks are moving in the market ahead of water.
It looks like a lot of people here need the flow to work better. No scientific proof though but I have also noticed that a lot of the volunteer staff service that joint in their high numbers.
But not a drop is free in case you thinking next time you visit London to check out the centre.
Caribbean cuisine et al
The Caribbean people came out in full force to market their cuisine, culture and carnival powerfully at the ever busy Stratford Centre on Tuesday.
No matter how hard you may try you just could not ignore the marketers on the spot.
They set before the milling crowd the most elegant brand of young ladies with their mix of English and Jamaican language that you must listen look.
Their leaflet however warns that the food can be additive. I know it is not only the food that can be additive so it is best to flee. But still their rice, chicken and fish abut the cheapest around and which force one to look in. The eba and egusi soup I ate at the Nigeria House on Monday was far from it.
I never got the taste of the soup until it was over. It was egusi prepared the English way and sold for £13. They cant sell for £3 in Lagos
