I'd had a really shit day yesterday - knackered from being up with the bairn at stupid o'clock, rubbish day at work, awful drive to Oldham which took forever (thanks to me putting trust in the Satnav), and then seeing Pools lose yet another away game with the prospect of another long crap drive home.

Apologies to anyone who I moaned to last night and brought down to my level! Even the eternally optimistic Fetish Bob couldn't lift me out of my woe.