Adrenalin-junkies can abseil forty metres down the stadium pylons, or take an ‘expedition on the roof’, climbing to the very top of the Olympic Stadium. And footie fans can take an ‘exciting’ tour of the stadium – yawn. No, to be fair, there are people that think football is a game worth playing, and I’m sure that the tour would be of some value to them.
But I don’t know why fans get quite so cross – or rather, vitriolic – when they lose. What is it about the game that rouses a normal sort of chap into a fury, wanting to bop a rival fan on the nose? Maybe it’s that odd seventeen pints of lager. You have perceived my disinterest in football by now?
So, if none of these attractions arouses a twinge of enthusiasm, then tag along with me, for free, along the Olympic Walk Of Stars. Here, one can feed the ducks whilst looking at palm prints of Tom Jones, Bryan Adams and Lenny Kravitz. Also dull, I would have said, but the nation – certainly in the UK – is obsessed with celebrities.
Why are we so obsessed with the famous? Goodness knows. I, for one, am fogged to the core. Celebrities are just people, so what is the fuss all about? That said, my heartbeat did quicken, years ago, when I walked down Australia’s Ramsay Street – keep up please, it’s the infamous cul-de-sac in TV’s Neighbours – and who should be walking in the other direction? Oh my god, it was, like, Madge and Harold.
So there you go; I’m not entirely immune to the presence of celebrities. And I doubt you are either. So check out the highest rock museum in the world right here in Munich’s Olympic Park. It houses “…a large number of autographed guitars, original stage outfits and rare tickets, all at an altitude of approximately 200 metres…” Now, phlegmatic pedant that I am, I ought to mention that the height is in fact only 185 metres.
Still, it’s worth ascending the 40,000-ton tower. In the small rock museum, to name but a few items, there are: Madonna’s combat fatigues from a video shoot; a piano used in 1973 by Sir Elton John; and black and white photographs of The Rolling Stones. And there’s a revolving restaurant serving tea. Obviously order coffee, though – this is Germany, after all..