Extreme oddity that I am, I just had my first squeal of spasticated excitement, joy and contentment of the day. I was just watching the morning news, and we were told that yesterday saw a massive athletics event at London Stadium. Not that I’m particularly into athletics, but I frankly find it very satisfying to see London’s former Olympic stadium used for such huge events. All too often, we hear about cities building such stadia to show off to the world for two weeks, before allowing them to fall into disrepair and collect dust. It’s good to see the legacy of the London 2012 Olympics and Paralympics still flourishing. I still head up to that area of the metropolis fairly often, and virtually every time I go it seems like some wonderful new building is being built on or around the Olympic Park – not just focussing on sport but artistic venues too. Naturally, London Stadium isn’t without it’s critics, and football fans say some of their views aren’t that great; yet I find the fact that the 2012 legacy is clearly living on, and a formerly neglected, disused corner of the city has now become such a hotbed for sport, art and culture, remarkable.