If this little station’s identically named big brother mainline station across the road has overreached itself with its name then this wee pocket version of a station really is pushing its luck with the ‘International’ appendage. Just to be clear, there is absolutely no international connection to be had from here or anywhere nearby. Wouldn’t it have been nice to call it, say, Olympic, in memory of those spectacular few weeks in 2012. And while we’re at it, please not Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park. Isn’t it glorious enough to have had the Olympics without yet more kow-towing to her maj. It really saddens me to see the Olympic legacy rapidly succumbing to our irritating establishment’s unending royal toadyism. The station opened in August 2011, though as it was deep inside the then unfinished Olympic park it didn’t really come into use until July 2012. Today, in early 2014, it awaits its purpose: it is handy enough for the gargantuan Westfield mall but no more so than Stratford which has to be passed through on the way here. No doubt as the post-Olympic regeneration miracle gets into its stride Stratford International will come into its own.