I’ve never been particularly sporty, so have never participated in sporting celebrations, which appear to be emptying champagne over yourself, your competitors and anyone else in range.
I’ve always felt that the correct place for Champagne is in a glass and then shortly after down my throat, not all over the floor.
So I’ve never experienced what the aftermath of these celebrations is actually like.
Wandering back through town from the restaurant this evening I wandered past the area where the prizes for the rowing competition had been handed out.
The winners had been given trophies and medals and then had done the customary champagne spraying ritual.
A couple of hours later and the area absolutely stank (and I’ve had to walk through Car Parks in Croydon on a Saturday morning before, to put it on a scale). It was also incredibly sticky.
I’m assuming that they are going to clean it up the same way they prepared the area last night, by getting the fire brigade trucks to blast it with their hoses.
However it was a bit of an eye-opener (or more a nose-opener) and I now can only feel truly sorry for the poor person who has to clean up the podium after a Formula 1 race or other Champagne fuelled celebration.