Athens
The first gold medal goes to The Spectator for last week’s leader ‘First gold to Greece’. My country had been unfairly maligned by Western hacks —those pure sportsmen who gracefully hurdle over bar stools while busy filing phony expense accounts — but (with fingers crossed) Hellas has been vindicated. Whoever wrote the leader will feel Taki’s teak deck under his feet sooner rather than later. Before I go on about the Games taking place under the Acropolis and in Olympia, a brief parenthesis about the Mexico City Olympics of 1968.
My good friend Jean-Claude Sauer and I had ended up in Los Angeles on our way back from Vietnam. JC was the top Paris- Match photographer at the time and had left Saigon having got a little too close to Air-Marshal Cao-Ky’s wife, or so rumour had it. My first wife, in the meantime, had dropped me like the proverbial hot potato and had gone to live in Mexico City.
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