Oh lord. It's my birthday today, what fresh hell is this?
I'm running the London marathon for charity in eleven days, I've just been taking it easy, can't risk going down the pub or anything, don't want to get ill. I had assumed after Sunderland that the danger was over. How wrong was I?
I wonder what the particular permutation of teams at the lower reaches of this division says about the premier League revolution. A number of these teams were in the top flight not so long ago. Now we're all trying to outdo each other for awfulness