Insomnia

No not the film starring Al Pacino and Robin Williams (and a decent film it was too) but actual proper insomnia. Actually I suppose it is not that proper since I haven't been going to be before 4 am since the Olympics started, but it is now 5.01am and I am so wide awake it is unreal.

Phelps' win in the 100 Fly was absolutely incredible. Watching the super slo mo you think they've made some kind of huge mistake since the Serbian seems certain to touch first but, almost impossibly, Phelps does manage to get his arms over and win by 1/100th. Quite insane. This was even more unlikely that the 4x100 relay win, in which Lezak overhauled an unassailable lead with about 10m to go, and that was the most unlikely thing in the history of unlikely things.

Great TV and a shame it comes to an end tomorrow. Normally you wait for the swimming to get out of the way and for the athletics to start but I cannot believe the athletics will get anywhere near the excitement of the swimming. Shame that the BBC's inept anchor Hazel Irvine keeps telling lame jokes that make me want to kill someone - slightly takes the edge off of what is otherwise faultless coverage. Staying up for 3am sport has never been this easy.