Not my finest hour it has to be said. But it was probably always on the cards. It's always important to keep a sense of perspective though isn't it? This man was the most objectionable person I've had so far. [In fairness, he probably thought I'm the most incompetent driver he's had and I think he's probably right]. He certainly beat the Maldive Islanders by a long shot. Fortunately such moaners are very much the exception to the rule. Most are charming, pleasant and make a point of saying thanks for volunteering.

Have I told you about Bernard and Samantha from Trinidad? We met at the Athletes' Village and shook hands and introduced ourselves straightaway. Before they got in the car Bernard said "We'd like to go to Merchants Square in the centre of Glasgow for a couple of cocktails and to sample the night life. But only for about an hour. Then we'd like a car to pick us up us and take us to our hotel at the airport. What do you think Ken? Can you fix that?". I resisted the urge to say "Search me mate" and got on the radio. While I was putting it to Control I had a thought. "Another option maybe is for me to take them and hang around for an hour and then pick them up where I dropped them. What do you think?". Control was happy with that so that's what we did. When we got to Merchants Square they actually asked me to join them but I didn't think I should. So I just parked up and loitered about the car playing with my radio [Jack Bauer's got a lot to answer for!].

And there were two magnificent Canadian guys tonight. I was on the 3pm to 1am shift. Around midnight, I picked them up at Commonwealth House in the centre of Glasgow and they too wanted me to take them to their hotel at Glasgow airport. We pulled up at some red lights and I looked left towards the driver on the inside lane. But there was no sign of a driver. Only an arm which was slowly going up and down. Something was clearly wrong so I got out to have a look. The driver - a man - was slumped in his seat and was semi-conscious. He never said anything but dribbled a lot. The two Canadians were also out of the car by then. Even if I say so myself, what an impromptu team we were. I carried on fussing over the driver. One of them called an ambulance and the other directed the traffic. The ambulance arrived very quickly and they said it was almost certainly drink or drugs.

Anyway, back to Mr Grumpy. I picked him up at the Athletes' Village and he was arrogant from the start. He got in the back and said "Take me to the Exhibition Centre. I have to be there by 3 o'clock". And that was it. No please, no small talk, no chitchat, no smiles. Just snorts and grunts and tapping his fingers very loudly. Until the [very perceptive] comment about me going in the wrong direction. Unfortunately he was spot on so he probably had good reason to be miffed. All my fault. Somebody had said I should use the M74 and try it without the satnav. He was sure that would be the answer to all my problems. I'm still none the wiser about the roads in Glasgow and regularly get lost even with the satnav. The good news is that I found the M74 OK. The bad news was I was heading in the wrong direction.

When Mr Grumpy eventually got out [at 325], not a word. And he left his rubbish all over the seat. At the moment, he gets my vote for tosser of the Games.. On an overnight shift from 11pm to 9am so Lord knows when I'll do tomorrow's exciting episode ….