Last summer we saw the worst of our youth in the looting and rioting events. This year there has been a surprisingly touching and noble contradiction; look, they are healthy, they are sporting, they are doing something which involves aspiration and applied effort rather than blaming society.
The reservations about the Olympics have to be assessed in context: yes, it's hideously expensive but at least we have something to show for the money, unlike the billions we've shoveled in to the pockets of foreign dictators, pretending that it will help their wretched citizens, or the money we chuck every day down the hole of the EU.
For a start, the Kings Cross concourse is a marvel of engineering. I look forward to the day they finally undo the bodge which was made of the original frontage but so far the job has been good.
Mayor Boris Johnson has done well - a Pericles of our age, just like he always wanted to be - in wrangling the city in to a half-way decent condition. It is a mammoth job as London has been bedeviled by corruption and incompetence since the day the Luftwaffe went home and left the rest of the destruction of communities to the brown-envelope and and system-build brigade.
Socialist utopia, my foot; those estates were clearly built by people who were devoid of talent or taste; it's probably a compliment to think they were bribed - they were probably so dim that they honestly thought they were building something pretty. As it is, the average Victorian prison or workhouse compares favourably to the Pembury Estate.
There's still a long way to go but at least a start has been made. The more those tower blocks come down, the better things will be.
Just how much better things are getting might not show to the average Londoner who is there every day but on my last visit there was one small thing which made me think "Wow" and it won't be apparent to every visitor to this blog.
The toilets under Piccadilly Circus are finally working as they should be in a civilised city.
Frankly, it was a surprise to find them open, but to find them with an attendant, spotlessly clean and not like unto the devil's arsehole was such a shock that I went back for a second visit in case I'd dreamt it. There has to be an attendant; that prevents them becoming drugs-exchanges and doss-houses. Chuck out the lesbian out-reach 5-a-day coordinators and hire lavatory attendants and watch your civic culture improve.
My wish is that in addition to good toilets, Boris considers re-introducing that civilising thing, the drinking fountain, where any passer by, no matter how rich or poor, can get a drink of safe, clean water to keep them from fainting. It would also to cut down on all the manky plastic bottles floating about.
It can be done; I give you Bergamo, which has the most wonderful water, like liquid light, freely dispensed from drinking fountains all across the city. Let MacDonald's sponsor the fountains; they can put their logo on it if they like; they can still sell their burgers, orange juice and hot coffee but a sip of water and a safe place to wash your hands should be freely available everyone in the city and ultimately to everyone on the planet.