That 2012 Stadium: Well....?

So, here it is - well, virtually - the sacred arena, the field of dreams, the bowl of bounty, the, uh, building whose very imminence will bring forth a flood of inward investment and bestow upon the people of our ragged-arsed borough riches beyond compare. Yes, I'm being unfair, but hyperbole does tend to nurture cynicism and that over-claiming feeling just won't go away. I mean, simply finding a straightforward picture of the thing wasn't as easy as you'd think, and my brain is still rotating from watching the promo video. What did it all mean? That said, my initial verdict is quite friendly. Before seeing the design I heard dear, huffy old Stephen Bayley on the car radio saying how boring it was. This helped me warm to it in advance. Seb-boy, of course, has been spinning its plainness into his legacy pitch - it's being dull makes it more re-usable, see. Time will tell. No permanent future tenant has yet been secured, and somehow I can't see it being The O's. Still, if all else fails the man at The Spine can always turn it into a haven for rubber fetishists.