It has brought back memories of my time there in February walking on the Chinese Wall and arriving at the restaurant afterwards where we sat in more or less darkness until they had found some candles as there had been a power failure.

Apparently it was normal.

Now this was before all the illuminations had been turned on at The Birds Nest Stadium and the futuristic swimming pool Cube, which if you haven't seen resembles a giant pimpled ice cube illuminated from inside by Ice blue lighting. Put into place all the other stadiums and the extra electricity they will be using elsewhere and I wonder how many other power failures there will be. As long as it's not in Team GB's camp, I'll be happy.

I was just thinking to the old days (oh dear, that worries me). My first personal interest would be 1968 in Mexico with David Hemery competing in the 400m hurdles. Until that day no one had known his name. Bob Beamon had also recorded a massive long jump record in the high altitude of Mexico. One of the opposition jumpers from the Soviet side of the East/West divide had joked that it looked as if he was going to be the first to jump to the moon, which of course the US did the following year. Little things like that stick in your memory of Olympic events. I hope that it will be those things again this year, with our 14-year-old high diver, and not anything which is brought on by any activists for one reason or another.

I remember being at the opening days of the Barcelona Olympics broadcasting live on Metro Radio and finding Brendan Foster, who on live radio declared "What are you doing here" I replied "Talking to you" Well I mean, what was he expecting? "I'm taking part in the synchronised swimming Brendan," I think not.

The Sydney games was an exciting Outside Broadcast (OB). I had a friend who was working as a volunteer at the Opening Ceremony who had given the me the full details of what we were going to see. A spectacular night, if you remember. I was on the Gold Coast on a flat roof overlooking the Pacific Ocean at Surfer's Paradise giving a commentary on what I could see on the portable tele we had borrowed from the radio station there. With my notes and the tele I described the opening ceremony in detail and soon I was receiving text messages from my friends and acquaintances in Dubai listening to the show extremely enviously. The fact that I was 600 miles away form Sydney didn't take away that I was, as I called it, "Broadcasting from the home of the Olympics" Oh, the Magic of Radio.

Having been at The Stadium of Light 10 years ago I wanted to be there again last Sunday, but I had promised my friends at Swalwell Cricket Club that I would come and flog some more cans on the boundary.

But I did go on Wednesday night to see how the attacker-less Newcastle would do against PSV. It started well - two goals in seven minutes and then it went off the boil. I went to have a wee at half time and whilst pointing at the porcelain heard a little voice saying "There's Kevin Keegan, look it's Kevin Keegan" As I was in the general loo on the East Stand lower I didn't think I'd risk splashing the next man's shoes turning round to look. It was only when I went out of the loo and was asked by this little chap "Are you Kevin Keegan?" did I realize he had seen the back of me and it was me he was referring too. I really wanted to say "I'd love it! I love it! if I was Keven Keegan" but relented and said "I'm sorry, but no I'm not" - Exit one disappointed young lad. Maybe I should have done a Sydney Olympics and pretended!

If you have been with us on air at Magic 1152 over the past couple of weeks Dave Lee Travis was cajoled into giving away his prized Cadillac. I only have a 10-year-old Alfa Romeo and I know you wouldn't want that. Therefore I've only got my body to give away and I know that wouldn't raise much for charity. So it got me thinking. There is one way a bit of my body could be used for something to raise something for our charity - Cash for Kids. Try and listen on Monday online, on DAB and on 1152AM when I'll tell you what I will be doing with your help. Believe me, it'll hurt me more than it will you to part with a few quid. In fact it hurts me just thinking about it. Talk then.