Busy doing nothing

A relaxing day after the exertions of the match, with little signs of life much before midday. A few ventured to try the watersports and Henry did his best to kill Anna when showing off on the jetski … both ended up in the sea and Anna had to rescue him.

We all ambled up to Sunset point for .. er … sunset where the sun did not so much set and sink gracefully into the pollution, haze and rusting oiltanker which constituted the horizon. Fines then took on a particularly vicious edge with Hobbs yet again singled out for punishment and then winning a three-place showdown – against Damian Hill and Henry – for the Dick of the Day. The secondary contest was a damp squib, Mike Payne managing 102 kisses of the four girls on tour against Henry’s 14 … even so, that was a personal best for the captain.

From there we went to the beach for a meal and some unnecessarily heavy drinking, and from there onto the salubrious Club Cabana, the haunt of more Ukranians and Russians than are good for you. Suffice to say one of our number was felled by what he claimed was a heatbut but onlookers described as an enthusiastic nod. As was the case with the same individual in Sydney four years ago, he went down as if shot, although at least he was bleeding for his pains. Ed Henderson, ever the supportive colleague, immediately offered his business card to the assailant along with a promise to give evidence against his team-mate should it be necessary.