The Venue Media Centre was abuzz with excitement after Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce took home the women 100m gold medal. High-fives, fist pumps; gold and bronze... The Jamaicans journalists celebrated like kids on a playground.
Now, I'm going to try not to mention that the result matches my pre-race predictions which were carried in The Star a couple of days ago to perfection. I don't think I need to mention that at all; no I'll just leave it out.
As if we needed any more excitement on a day that would see the women's 100m final and the heats of the men's 100m, yesterday presented an interesting start for the group of Jamaican journalists, staying at a particular hotel in Central London for the duration of the Olympic Games.
As I sat in the lobby area, waiting on my colleagues to make their way downstairs so we could start our journey across town to the Olympic Stadium, a deafening alarm sent everyone scurrying outside and on the opposite side of the road; a siren in the distance further confirmed that something was not right at the hotel.
Bomb threat, fire, someone smoking in their room?
There were all sorts of theories really.
As guests congregated; some in the same 'clothes' they went to bed in the night before including an elderly man wrapped in a towel, tense unease quickly turned to lively banter even even amidst obvious concern and questions.
But wait, one of us was missing.
"Where is Paul Reid?" I asked.
The reporter from that other newspaper was nowhere to be seen.
His colleague Bryan Cummings called to check on the whereabouts but minutes later, there was Paul, casually strolling outside in shorts and slippers and a big smile.
That's a Jamaican for you, able to find the light side to everything and hardly ever perturbed.