Ah those halcyon giddy days of late summer.
The sun shone.
It was pleasantly warm.
Birds were tweeting.
A gentle cooling breeze off the sea.
palace fans on their droves queuing up to defend the latest shitehouseary from SE20.
Oh how the time flies.
If I found myself, on a weekly basis, defending a new clusterf**k, at some point I'm sure I would be saying to myself:-
'maybe, just maybe, something is wrong'.