Well I stayed awake for some of last night's opening ceremony... a mixture of the inspired, spectacular and... er... puzzling. Some of the symbolic pieces didn't quite work for me, but as someone who is proud to work in the NHS, I really enjoyed the section that included health service staff and the link to children's fiction...
What I love about Britain is an ability to not take ourselves too seriously; Mr Bean in the orchestra was superbly conceived and really funny and the Queen entering into the spirit with the James Bond concept... well it worked for me.
My musical highlight was the clip of the Pistols' Pretty Vacant... accompanied by a pogo from the slightly bizarre characters above right. And then came the competitors... I must admit, the effects of a long week were starting to catch up on me by then... I saw the Australian flag carried by basketball star Lauren Jackson, but then I nodded off.
I thought I'd been asleep for ages, but when I woke and my sleepy eyes focussed back on the telly screen, they were only up to Burkina bloody Faso... Twenty-four letters to go... time for bed.
Sir Chris Hoy eventually led Team GB into the Stadium... at around half past five this morning... the Olympic Torch arrived carried by Sir Steve Redgrave... and the coming together of two-hundred-plus copper petals to create a single flame... well that was genuinely impressive.
But today, it's about competition... about medals... and I for one can't wait...
All my own work... almost.