I must be getting old.

There's nothing quite like nostalgia. The news that the BBC is to axe "Grandstand" brings back floods of memories of settling down on a Saturday afternoon to watch events you would never otherwise have seen, or even known took place. Anybody remember hill-climbing at Shelsley Walsh for example? I suppose in this commercial world where money can buy the exclusive rights to just about anything, it was inevitable that the Grandstand approach would ultimately run out of events worth showing, but they led the way back in the early years, and Saturday afternoons will never be quite the same again.