stares round bleary-eyed... another hour's sleep wouldn't have hurt.
Dined in Mayfair last night, right on Half Moon Street by a window, with Olympic BMWs whizzing up and down all evening. I didn't see any athletes I recognised, but then I don't suppose I'd recognise any of them anyway. There were supposed to be some staying at the hotel where I was eating (the Hilton).
Steak and sides and a champagne cocktail, £29 for two, which wasn't that much more than a Tesco meal deal, and somebody else did the cooking. Tasted better than a Norfolk roachburger too.