Is nothing sacred?

Yes, we are sorry to inform all fans of geriatric sportsmen that 101-year-old jogging hero Buster Martin is not 101 at all; he is a spring chicken of 94. Our hearts truly go out in sympathy to all of the punters who lined the route yesterday, mistakenly cheering for young Buster, under the misguided impression that he was doing something rather impressive - indeed that he was very extremely old, when he was merely very old. Not to mention everyone who extended the hand of charity by sponsoring his jaunt, little knowing that he had less claim to being extraordinary than originally implied.

But on the bright side, we feel a bit more justified in our decision to sit the race out yesterday: now, we can justify our sloth as an unwillingness to mingle with such a dishonest echelon of society.

Photo courtesy Timtak's Flickr stream.