|What better view could you have?|
But like so many others I kept trying and eventually managed to get tickets for 4 events that I really didn't have a great deal of interest in just to be there. I was so lucky.
Over the past two weeks we have been very fortunate to see the eventual gold medal winners, Mexico, playing football at Coventry; to feel the roof raising atmosphere as Team GB put up a determined fight at womens volleyball at Earls Court; to experience the Olympic Park (and the sunburn) as Australia faced off against USA in the hockey; and yesterday to cap it all off standing at the barriers on The Mall to see elite athletes that will be forever in my adulation at the Mens 50K Race Walk.
These Olympics have been undoubtedly two of the best weeks of my life.
The thrill of experiencing some of the worlds best athletes live has been mirrored by watching on television those 'where were you' iconic moments on television.
Over the past two weeks the vast majority of people in this country, me included, have become proud to be British again.
Britain has delivered.
Our athletes have been world beating.
Our government (both Labour in winning and macro planning and the coalition in programme management) has facilitated.
And perhaps most importantly the people of Britain through volunteering as gamesmakers and in the years running up to 2012 at sports clubs up and down the country as coaches, or simply parents driving their kids to fixtures, have shown what we can do as a nation.
It makes me very proud to have been part of it.
But there is something which has bought a tear to my eye more than once which has made these two weeks so special and something which I fervently hope will be a legacy of these games.
I honestly believe over the past two weeks we have been nicer people.
Strangers are talking to one another on trains. We are helping mums with pushchairs up stairs. We seem to have regained our manners.
On the news this morning people are being asked what was their moment of the games.