now, bearing in mind, i had been involved in the anti—apartheid movement, i had picketed the south african embassy with my mum, aged 18, when apartheid was still going on. and so to be in some ramshackle stadium in the middle of nowhere, because that's where apartheid put black people, and to see kind of old toothless women and young barefoot children dancing around, waiting, and the cavalcade coming up, and seeing it kicking up the dust tens of miles away, and the cheering starting and the waving and the screaming and the ululating, and then mandela arise and just to be in that moment and to be 25 and to just kind of think "wow, wow." it was incredible. and how did the piece go down? the correspondent at the time, david beresford, a lovely man who, unfortunately, died not so long ago, he said, "it's all here, but it's alljumbled up." and he said, "you've spent too long and you can't