Waiting, waiting, waiting. For what should be the last race in the America’s Cup, before we can bring our cup home. But no, there’s too much wind, but no, there’s too little wind, oooh no, it’s a scary wind. And no the water’s too wet, cold, watery (insert you own adjective here), and even if everything passes the risk matricksy thing (to go sailing, is everyone with me here, they’re meant to be SAILING), your win doesn’t count because you were too slow – according to when did that rule come in? Anyway really enjoying the live coverage of the weather conditions, I mean seriously, who would’ve of known you can commentate on the wind? The f****** wind? Are we there yet, nope clearly we are not.