Decades ago, when even the possibility of one day developing a hole in my David Bowie inspired long and ginger dyed haircut was treated with derision, I recall watching athletics on television.

And not just any athletics. These were the Christchurch Commonwealth Games.

I was a fashionable schoolboy living in fashionable London. Me and my mates all had the fashionable haircut - dyed ginger, spiky on top and long at the back - and we all wore green parkas with a little bit of oh so fashionable fake fur lining around the hood - which we never put up because