First big memory of that event is of starting halfway up the main grandstand and running down the steps and to the far side of the field, wearing clogs. Our drummer got a lovely close-up as he flew past the camera with the drum balanced on his hip!
Another memory is of lurking round the marathon gate after we'd done our bit, and cheering on the teams as they entered the parade. The Japanese team whipped out identical looking cameras as they passed and all took our pics. The drummer ended up trading badges with the Russians.
Then we all got packed into one of the exit tunnels and managed to see the rest of the ceremony from there: they did let us out to watch the fireworks. And I also remember Helen Sharman dropping the torch. I actually think she tripped over the wind gauge, or whatever that thing is that runs round the inside edge of the track.

Andrea