There were, we remember, those who affected knowing smiles when that cable snapped and the mighty wheel lay forlorn on its side, but we knew better; we knew that this project had the support of Miss Joanna Lumley. But even that crucial factor cannot be all of it.
What, exactly, is the Secret of the Wheel? And why hasn't the Dome got it? Not everyone can be taken by the fine irony of its sponsorship by British Airways. And can it really be a primal existential urge to demonstrate the pointlessness of life, and our affinity with the hamster, by taking a trip that goes nowhere?
One thing, though, is certain: if John Prescott can work it out, his troubles with transport are over.Reuse content