Sometimes odd little pieces of ephemera catch my eye which demand to be noted – just tiny little details which catch my eye that I suddenly feel I need to record here. One such incident occurred today – well, more of a punctum in real time than an incident. Lyn and I were having lunch in the local cafe when a woman came in wearing a pink London 2012 hoodie. That in itself is nothing uncommon, but the I noticed it was, like her jeans, smeared with white paint; she had obviously been decorating in it. Something in that image pricked me. It was like a statement saying the olympics of last hear have become mundane, the praphinalia from it has now joined the rest of the clutter of the city, Londoners disavowing it of its original meaning and value and using it as they would anything else. Thus clothes from London 2012 have now become just work clothes, proving once again that there is no room for sentimentality in the maelstrom.