You find yourself buying a CD featuring singing athletes. The dodgy Spanish restaurant is packed on a Monday night. There are good looking, muscle men on the streets of Sydney - and they're straight. Anything over three metres has a flag on it. Everyone's sold out of sofa-beds.
All fashion sense is out the window - and no colour is adjudged too bright.
With everything else sold out, you rediscover your passion for Greco-Roman wrestling. You put in time with your TV set, trying to work out where Channel 7 is. You find yourself using the word cobber - knowing all our visitors have been primed to expect it. You actually start to read at least a bit of the twenty page Olympic liftouts that have been in the papers for months.