Jake headed upriver, fighting gusts that hit him square in the chest and stopped his skis in midglide. He felt like a boxer pummeled by a constant rain of blows, fighting to keep his balance.

He is the bad-boy-made-good, and in Brazil, particularly in Rio de Janeiro, everyone loves someone who can put one over on authority.

yep - i bet he was acting like a complete `rex hunt' before he got smashed.

It was a black-and-white picture of a Romanesque doorway, with flanking saints and a lively Last Judgement in the tympanum […].