Hooray, the carnival is over. My favourite part of the Closing Ceremony: those delicious ten seconds when I thought that precocious little youngster Nikki Webster was going to be offered to the cauldron as sacrifice to the sporting gods. As her voice soared higher and higher, the little platform thingy crept up and up, I was so sure we'd soon see 4 foot of barbecued diva. No such luck.