That quote taken from the very first entry way back when Luis Suarez thought el Negrito was a Mexcan charred snack, pretty much sums it up. At the time it seemed like the daftest idea since King Harold II took a stroll up a hill, said "Today seems like a good day for a battle, I wonder what the weather's like?" and looked up. The main themes are my fairly hopeless efforts to play Telegraph Fantasy Football, my fruitless attempts to keep on the good side of the all powerful Omnipotent One (the Wife) and my total inability to get into Her La Sensa's. Regular readers will know that She rules my life with a fist of iron and a rod of sensuality. Regular readers will also know She's been known to read it - hence the need for discretion at all times. Something I rarely exhibit. And for the lack of which I pay.

Anyway make of it what you will and please contribute.