Guest blog: Roger Bara in the Broadcast Centre

In case you've decided to avoid the television, radio, internet and any other form of media or conversation - the Commonwealth Games are still happening.

And our man on the scene, Roger Bara, is still there and struggling through the heat, traffic and security.

Here in his second guest blog post from the Games Roger takes us around the Broadcast Centre.

The International Broadcast Centre is an impressive set up, located in the middle of a large enclosed area, where security is so tight, they don't want to let you out, let alone in....

Let me explain - after a long long day, the girl Roisin and I were on our way back to our hotel from the Centre.

We walked to get a taxi down to the nearest exit of this huge compound, rather excitingly called Gate 7.

When we got there we were told, in no uncertain terms by a fierce looking policeman, that we were not allowed to walk out, I repeat, OUT, through that entrance.

We could, however, go through those gates if we were in a vehicle.

"We want to get out, not in" we pleaded, but to no avail - Here, rules is rules.

So we had to walk to the even more wonderfully-named Gate 10 - about a mile away. A tad frustrating, you will agree.

The Centre, or as it's affectionally called here, the IBC, is an interesting place to work.

George the mouse is an interesting creature, who I've seen not exactly scurrying, but walking at a steady pace, from one corner of the room to behind the photocopier - he's also been seen on the table in the room where we make tea.

Two days ago, several birds appeared, without a by-your -leave, fluttering high up near the ceiling -and then vanished.

Those who saw the Hitchcock film would have understood my anxiety.

The food here is abysmal - like at most of the venues - little choice, and poor quality, which is hugley disappointing, especially in this country.

Then Rosh finds out that there is an eatery down the road in this compound, and she gets dead excited.

We eventually find it, go through the security stuff, and walk into a gigantic hall with at least 200 tables, and over 1,000 chairs - massive - but, just like all the stadiums hosting the games, practically deserted.

There's a counter there where they offer 5 dishes, chips, samosa (veg or chicken), chicken burger, pasta or pizza (only one option for those last two). Mouthwatering I think you will agree.....

So we ordered, went to pay our 60 rupees each, only to be told they don't accept money.

So we were sent to another counter across the other side of this aircraft hanger, where they asked how much our bill was, took our rupees, and proceeded to give us tiny paper coupons for the equivalent amount.

Yes, you're right - we then had to traipse all the way back to the food counter, by which time they'd long since forgotton what we'd ordered.

Eventually, our food came - sadly, Rosh's chicken burger was just slightly shy of raw, definitely on the red side of pink. But my Samosa was good, which was bad, for me, 'cos I had to give Rosh half of them to make up for her inedible Chicken Tartare.

The best was yet to come. "Can we have a receipt please," asked Rosh politely. "Oh yes" said the girl behind the counter. "Can you come back at 5 o'clock?"

You can follow Roger and Rosh in Delhi through their photos of the Channel Island teams on Flickr.