On its last full day touring the British Isles before the opening ceremony, the Olympic torch relay has reached the London Borough of Southwark.
First the sponsors come.
Although that is not strictly true.
In The Old Kent Road it is the people who turn out before those hoping to make any money. Then the private security run out to protect the torch and then the Metropolitan police arrive, mainly on motor bikes.(I believe they too - the bikes - are foreign)
Thankfully whilst the branding is intrusive the policing is benign.
The Old Kent Road is the poorest square on the board if you play monopoly or if you are rich enough to gamble and lose on the sub prime markets.
And yet it is the most diverse area in the world for a purpose. Check out the faces of those waiting for the torch to arrive.
They are young and old, men and women, black and white. And of all classes and all creeds thoughts and religions and none. Shoulder to shoulder.
And so they come.
To a corner named after Mandela.
Here's the thing. Most of my neighbours, me too, can not afford a ticket to the greatest show on earth.
There's always the telly if Huw Edwards doesn't screw up.
I'm guessing we all want to see great athletes perform. After the build up, the Roman style tribute paid out of public taxes with the politicians nervous to defend a massive investment and the Lo Cock ups.
The Olympic spirit is alive in The Old Kent Road. We hope one day our kids can take part.