The Olympic torch is on the move – I had an excited screaming phone call from Cornwall to verify this – but most of the time it seems to be in a van.
That’s more than a bit disappointing, as it was flown over from Greece, and now it’s hitching a lift between towns.
I had some pre-conceived romantic notion that people would run with it all the way from Greece, then around our fair isle.
But instead I can’t help thinking of people in the van using it to light their fags, or toast a marshmallow or two, or simply huddling around it for warmth.
Maybe they should have put it on a bus, a regular service one I mean. Still, I’ll be there with the others lining the street in support when it lights up Gosport.