Massive stadiums in the middle of nowhere with this:
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stands in the desert. . . . Near it, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Stadiums, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Suppose there's a genuine dilemma if you already work for an organisation that is broadcasting the WC (BBC etc.), do you go or not? I mean, it's one that you'd hope a few mega rich pundits would resolve in terms of not going, but going is a business as usual argument. But fucking hell, 'red Nev' - lol - opting to work for the actual fucking Qatari state. 
It's up there with Father Dougal being told not to press the red button on the plane.
