Just a fortnight to go until large swathes of the planet let down their hair, rev up their pulse rate and descend into rip-roaring, booty-shaking, speaker-busting party mayhem. Yep, Carnival's on its way - and if you know where to look, you can still find tickets for the biggest annual thrash on earth.
But why stop there? Maybe it's the alignment of the planets, maybe there's something in the water, maybe there's just nothing on the telly - but the whole world's going party mad this year. At any given moment, there's some serious revelry taking place: supercool clubbers in Miami or hell-raising Icelandic youth on a far-flung volcanic island; Thais with water pistols or Aussies with attitude; cultured Venetians at costume balls or roughhousing rednecks in a pit of mud.