If you fear the Americans have a stereotype of the British as posh, I apologise. I have not helped it.

I was back on US radio today (get me), with a selection of nice little tales from the Games - like the Thai weightlifter who changed her name on the advice of a fortune-telling nun, then won gold.

"You are posh, aren't you," observed the presenter, just because I'd suggested watching Olympic archery in a thunderstorm lends the event a certain je ne sais quoi.

Alright, maybe not just because of that. My initial faux pas (see, the posh oozes out of me) had been to use the phrase "facial architecture" to describe piercings.

I have no idea where I got that from. I don't think I've ever heard it before. I blame the fever for offering me a spur-of-the-moment turn of phrase.

"Facial architecture?" Asked my host.

"Er..." I said. "Yes. Posh way of saying piercings."

So now the good people of New York and elsewhere, or at the very least the presenters, have me down as a bowler hat-sporting, umbrella-wafting, neatly-attired upper class gentleman of quite some social standing.

Amazing how radio can mask the truth, eh? You can listen to it here.

Fever: Still feel like death warmed up but I'm about to go and spend the night supervising our international Olympics site, so I'd better shake this off sharpish.

Tried to sleep all through the afternoon but was defeated by a combination of unbearable warmth and unbearable kids next door. I don't know how people who regularly work nights do it - there are so many bloody noises!

I am also starting to suspect that kicking off the night with a mushroom and pepper-laden pizza was a mistake. But does one take a packed "lunch" to an overnight shift? Not sure I can cope with the thought of a salmon sandwich at 4am...

PS: The Americans also have a stereotype of British dental health which is, to say the least, a little unkind. I hope Tom Daley's whiter-than-white gnashers, beaming away on televisions around the world of recent times, are doing their bit to change that.

What was his diving partner, Blake Aldridge, thinking when he openly criticised Daley after today's eighth-place synchro finish?

Even if it was more Daley's fault than his (and having watched the whole competition, Daley didn't look noticeably worse than Aldridge), he must have known the media would immediately demonise him for daring to knock the boy wonder.

Sometimes the world is a bit of an unfair place - get to an Olympic Games and all anyone wants to do is interview your partner, then if they do talk to you, they want to talk... about your partner.

But fighting back with criticism of the kid is never, ever, going to play well in the media, who are entirely smitten with Daley and won't hear a bad word said.

I fear Blake is going to get crucified in tomorrow's papers, although Leon Taylor (mentor to both of them) says all is well in the camp. With that great stalwart of diving, the pike, in mind, he's a stupid boy - but I feel for him.