Last night I decided to reset the clock, having had three nights of poor sleep due to the intrusions of my mate Spike. This meant hittting the sleepers, which had the desired effect, but unfortunately leaves me blundering through the day today as if I am underwater.
This is not altogether 'a bad thing'. At least not for me. For those who received overlong and extremely garbled e-mails from me this morning, it is probably a bit annoying. And for this I apologise, but the trouble is, the inner workings of my mind today look a bit like this:
I set off with good intentions, it all goes a bit blurry in the middle, and if I manage to achieve anything, then I'm delighted...and that's just trying to make a cup of tea.
On the other hand, I have been reminded of the joys that await me with the forthcoming start of a new football season. While I know there is every likelyhood that by April I will be disillusioned and bitter, but the thoughts and aspirations of one man seem to make it all worthwhile. How many premiership managers could deliver this interview...
This is not altogether 'a bad thing'. At least not for me. For those who received overlong and extremely garbled e-mails from me this morning, it is probably a bit annoying. And for this I apologise, but the trouble is, the inner workings of my mind today look a bit like this:
I set off with good intentions, it all goes a bit blurry in the middle, and if I manage to achieve anything, then I'm delighted...and that's just trying to make a cup of tea.
On the other hand, I have been reminded of the joys that await me with the forthcoming start of a new football season. While I know there is every likelyhood that by April I will be disillusioned and bitter, but the thoughts and aspirations of one man seem to make it all worthwhile. How many premiership managers could deliver this interview...
How many sighters did it take to get that right?
I'm surprised to find your book is not available in Australia. Fortunately there's good old Amazon.