From the sublime to the ridiculous; from Julie Andrews to Dick Van Dyke; from Kenneth Branagh to Timothy Spall. We were uplifted and astonished by the opening ceremony, then had a couple of weeks of extraordinary success while everyone smiled at everyone else and our athletes, commentators, volunteers did us proud. How to come back to reality after that? Of course - what a brilliant conception: put on a typically naff closing ceremony with a load of has-beens (The Spice Girls! - the less talented half of Oasis! - Fatboy Slim!) where the only surprise was the inexplicable omission of Bruce Forsyth, and, there we go: back to the real world, but - because it did have its moments - with a soft landing.
Once again it's OK to be slightly embarrassed about being British.