The Olympic cauldron was stunning, that is no exaggeration, the copper petals floating up to form one single torch, I had tears. I also cried at 'Flower of Scotland' in Danny Boyle's wonderfully quirky and emotive opening ceremony, and at Muhammad Ali carrying the flag. It was a bit dislocating to see Kenneth Branagh (recently in Wallander) as Brunel, but you were reminded of what a great actor he is, so much in his eyes. The Palestinian athletes brought tears to me too. The Pakistan team - playing hockey - is, sadly, not expected to win any medals, and I thought of my (pretty crappy) hockey 'career' at high school. But Pakistan is making the Olympic footballs, did you know? I'm not really into sport, and obviously don't play, these days, but I can relate to the process of pushing yourself to your absolute limits to get something you want more than anything - in my case, The State of Me being published - and facing hurdles, and overcoming them with pure self-belief and perseverance (and a spoonful of luck). I also very much admire physical stamina and talent and endurance, and wish all the Olympic athletes the best of luck! (I'm fickle with my support, at primary school I got into trouble for cheering for Ireland at a Scotland - Ireland hockey match - I felt sorry for Ireland as they were losing.).