Well ahead. I’ve been here since 11pm last night. I brought corned beef sandwiches with red sauce, a flask of hot water and instant porridge pots for breakfast and am ordering a doner meat and pineapple pizza for tea. I papped myself earlier when I retreated into my tent after allowing myself to be distracted by thoughts of Leigh Darby’s stockings and missed a plane landing during the fracas that followed. Fortunately, the plane was arriving from Southport, not Santiago.