A little sunshine to admire from the vantage point of the wet pool of despondent shite in which the rest of us squat.
This is what it felt like for me tonight.
There were some exuberant youth, slightly too old to not know better, silly-singing in the food queue in WSU, at half time.
Silly-singing is fine, but they seemed a bit rum to me.
I was half expecting one of them to tell their mate "you have a woman's hand. I'll wager it hasn't hoist a main...