I sometimes worry i am too soft and forlorn to ever really be the victim of abuse. Sometimes when i check my post, i hope there'll be a letter from someone i don't recognise wishing i had my nose punched off, or have something the size and shape of a shoebox all neatly wrapped but with a coiled turd inside, fizzing steamily at me when i open, and with a little flag in it stating "You Are This Turd".
One day...
Could it possibly be that the torture of following Albion at Withdean induced a kind of "trench humour", which with the imminent prospect of being taken out of the trenches and fighting your battles back in a proper stadium, has killed off that self-deprecatory tone?
I must admit it's been a while now since I laughed out loud at a posting on NSC. Shame.