I was over in Bexleyheath this afternoon, just on a routine visit cruising the shopping arcade, when across the sound system came Strawberry Swing. It might sound strange, but not being a particularly avid fan of Coldplay, I have rarely heard that track. In fact, by my reckoning, this afternoon was the one and only time I’ve heard that song outside of the Paralympics. But, of course, as soon as I recognised the faded guitar pattern over the tannoy this afternoon, my mind swept instantly back to that glorious night when Lyn and the Paraorhestra played that very song before the world. I smiled to myself: I reckon I will forever have such moments now; Moments when London 2012 will be mentioned, or something linked to them, an my mind will go back, and I’ll be able to say I was there at that once in our lifetime event, as it lives on in our collective emory. And, as much as Lyn takes it all in her stride, I cannot help but think that is awesome.