If you can't get a medal . . .
An image from Friday night outside the Theatre Royal Stratford (after a drink in a Brazilian bar overlooking the Olympic park). I look as though I'm having a good time, don't I? I was.
The torch was handed to me by the woman next to me. She was a local councillor. She hadn't been a torch-carier either. She'd borrowed it from someone that she'd nominated who had carried it.