Delhi's great, but where are all the spectators?
The lack of fans turning up to watch events at the Games is not good. Frankly, countries like China force their populations to go, the Aussies would buy a ticket for two flies racing, and the Brits can spot value for money. Please, India, fill the stands.
But let's be positive.
All in all, Glasgow has a task ahead in trying to live up to India's lead. It was Charan Gill, a friend of mine and successful businessman in Glasgow, who said all along that Delhi and the East End of Glasgow would be just the same because both are full of people in tracksuits who can't speak English.
Actually, India is a massive English-speaking country.
Every day here I love India more.
I watched a show all about pets on Indian TV and it's called "Heavy Petting". Or, as they put it on NDTV - "A brand-new season of woofs, meows and hee-haws, HEAVY PETTING is back with a bang."
That sentence, to me, seems to have a lot of errors in it. North Delhi Television is India's largest TV production house so perhaps they have hit on something and, personally, I vote for Paul O'Grady as host.
Combined with the fact that one of our guides here is called Luv, as in "thanks, Luv" and the minister for education and tourism is called Shri Arvinder Singh Lovely, and my life is becoming wonderfully surreal.
But while most of our days here with BBC Scotland consist of walking for miles, jumping on buses with ISDN boxes and camera legs, marvelling at what we see, toying with the idea of grabbing a gun from a soldier (oh, is that just me?), queuing to get into venues, getting very hot, then shivering in the air-conditioned broadcast centre, doing homework on the events we are about to cover, searching for daytime food, showing our passes, and then broadcasting, we get to unwind at the end of the day or early before we set off.
My top unwind moment so far has been a swimming lesson from Karen Pickering MBE.
She won 13 Commonwealth medals in the pool including two golds and is very friendly with former top Scottish athlete Allison Curbishley. They have enough energy that if they teamed up they could probably power a small European country.
Karen, refusing to swim with a former rugby player considerably older than her, stood at the side of the pool and gave instructions. Frankly, this provided two benefits. A great lesson - er, head twisting to both sides and pulling through the water - and a great memory.
Epiphany came from the boxing venue. I knew it, I just knew it. I have been standing on the Indian Commonwealth Games scales for the last few years. Wasn't that a weird one? The boxing scales weighed a kilo and a half heavy and the weigh-in has been delayed.
Boxers actually went away, tried to lose weight, and came back heavier. Maybe this is what slimming companies do. Someone produced a 50kg weight and it weighed 51.4 kg.
And a fun day was had when the broadcast lines went down at the swimming venue. This was particularly galling as my Welsh colleague was about to commentate on Jazz Carlin's silver medal in the pool.
It's just the end of day one. I hope it gets better and better, but the event needs spectators. Please India, come and play.