Ploughing is a sport? The mind positively boggles.

And no, not that sort of ploughing. Get yer minds outta the gutter. And stop sniggering.

Although... "Had my dream again where I'm making love, and the Olympic judges are watching. I'd nailed the compulsaries, so this is it: the finals. I got a 9.8 from the Canadians, a perfect 10 from the Americans, and my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6. Must have been the dismount." (1 point. It's an easy one.)