In which your author gets inside the Olympic Stadium
They don't just let any old hooligan, lolly-gagger or ne'er-do-well inside the Olympic Stadium, you know. And still, they let me in.
And Daley Thompson. DALEY THOMPSON, everybody!
It's very nice, you know. And big. Very, very big.
And what do you do when you get let inside the Olympic Stadium? Have a race, that's what.
Eat our dust Usain so-called Bolt!
More on my Flickr stream.
And even more on the BT Storytellers website, who organised the whole event, and are kindly letting me run a London 2012 photoblog on their site.