!), or the weightlifter, who dropped the bar on his neck
!!). It seems there is no escaping the Olympic Games.
The entire day wasn’t spent in a pub – we did manage to take a break to get something to eat and, if ever you’re in Brighton, I have to recommend a place called Bill’s for lunch/dinner, where we had the most delicious fish pie. One of the curious things about this place is that they had a range of products on sale, bearing their brand. So, if you wished, you could tick a few boxes on a leaflet and do your shopping while you ate. Genius!
It was time to get out of London and get far away from the Olympics. What better way to spend a day out than a day trip to Brighton? A wander down the Lanes, a bracing sea breeze and a view of the waves seemed just the ticket. It didn't quite work out that way, however. Such is the power of the Olympics that when I met an old friend, Sara, we immediately dived into the nearest pub with a screen to watch the boxing, basketball and the hockey, while all the time swapping trivia and anecdotes about the Games so far. For example, the mishap the German diver had when he got his somersault wrong and landed in the water flat on his back (