With paintbrushes and bourbons in hand and cigarettes clamped between our teeth we spent a happy week or so covering ourselves and the boat in an evenish coat of yellow paint. At the time, ideas like that seemed normal, sensible even.

He chanted as he flew and the car responded with sonorous drone.

If any host nation has ever earned a handful of incompetent decisions from nervous and flag-happy officials, it was this one.

Not even I knew that.