Refreshed, Revitalised, Rejuvenated

My friends, once more have I let you down. Once more have I retreated under the soft, warm eiderdown of obscurity. Once more have I failed to deliver my erudite opinions to you.

I am shamed. SHAMED.

There was good reason for my disappearance, though. I quite simply couldn’t bring myself to discuss any more about England’s World Cup “performance”. I tried to defend. I tried to empathise. I tried to reason. But I grew tired. Tired of defending the indefensible. Tired of berating the unworthy. Tired of wasting my time.

I took a break. Time out to recharge the loins, to gird the batteries, to suckle at Mother Creativity's bounteous teat. And I'm glad I did. I am refreshed, revitalised and rejuvenated. Ready to take on the sporting world, ready to right the so many wrongs I see around us, ready to take you to places you never thought possible (sort of).

I hope you will join me, my friends, I predict a belter of a year.