Passing on the torch

I never expected to enjoy the Olympics but enjoy them I truly did. London, known for the densest traffic in our land, at times became a vehicle ghost town; so wary were the normal hordes of commuter drivers from entering the fray. Of course it cost the retailers a fortune, or so the papers say, but for the umpteenth time in my life I felt truly proud to be British. As a medical volunteer, I bought strangers tea and biscuits, opened doors for Paralympians, and became quite beside myself as yet another of our athletes hurtled furiously towards gold. Britain has every reason to be satisfied. The politicians who put it all together will have my tick on their voting paper next time for sure. But with the Olympics over it is back to normal life, a major part of which is the preparation of this journal, Bone & Joint360 . There is something about it, particularly as I see subscriptions soar. It reaches right under my skin. I dream it, read it, think it ceaselessly and talk to others about …