Let the games begin, indeed:

The further into the fortnight you get, the fewer people you have living under coach-policed curfews, forced to abstain from the bacchanalia. And once they're done, watch out: thousands of young people with boundless energy and great legs are suddenly let loose.

Reminds me of the good old days in theater school, except that I didn't get around then. Too young and too serious, I suppose. Ah, to be in the persistant company of creative, limber people clad in movement clothes again. It's a good thing, to work and play with people who are in their physical prime. Deeply healthy if you ask me.