On the plus side...

The sun was shining for a good forty odd minutes on Carrow Road, a shaft of which struck a Snakepit regular on the teeth.

The resulting yellow penumbra reflecting from his fag-end molars put me in mind of Keat's "Wild Swans At Coole" poem and I experienced a feeling of inner calm similar to the afternmath of a bout of protracted dyssentery.

Plus, I saw a policeman very slightly slip in a patch of guinness vomit on Trevorside as I sauntered home. The two events combined to lift my suicidal mood and I arrived home wreathed in smiles and spent a pleasant hour striking my wife in the face with shelves.

So, every cloud....

Posted By: Hardtackle, Feb 5, 18:02:56