The sad inevitability of my mission looms large. Now I know how those brave boys felt as they prepared to storm the beach at St. Tropez. I'm suffering privation as they did...Forced to travel "Business Premium" - whatever THAT is. And only three catered meals a day.

As I gird my loins for Olympic battle, I'm reminded of something Groucho Marx said:

"Hello, I must be going".