...came to my work today. As did ...
6 motorcycle police (skilfully showing how slowly they could nearly hit crowd types).
7 walkie type police (looking happy to be away from nasty, dangerous criminal types).
1 police van (presumably for walkie type police).
1 official baton minibus (with a smashed back window covered by cling film stuff)
1 single decker with blacked out windows (to allow commonwealth debauchery I suspect)
Infinite numbers of baton entourage (who clapped excitedly in case we didn't. We didn't).
Countless photographers (yet none seemed interested in the baton).
3 bagpipers (very good they were. They even played several times cos the baton false started).
Clyde the Commonwealth mascot (some poor sod in a thistle suit getting his photo taken with all).
Oh aye, and a wee wummin carrying a giant e-cigarette, jogging very slowly.
Cost of the above 40min start-to-finish slot?...forever to remain unknown.
Cost of the smiles of the kids in the cancer ward from getting fussed over and photo opportunities with Clyde and the wee wummin with THE baton?...priceless !!
You didn't think I was going to slag them all off, did you?