Sorry

I haven't been bothered lately.

I think I've probably said everything that I could possibly say.

Or otherwise I'm too late to make comment.

For example, last week I'd thought out a piece about how Chelsea, being evil, would win the quadruple of League Cup, FA Cup, European Cup and Premiership, and how this would be a manifestation of the arrival of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, which include other obscenities such as the survival of Leeds Utd.

However, I failed, and here we several days later and the tempest failed to materialise, thank Allah.
So why don't I feel jubilant?

Is it all right to join a punk rock group at 49?

Disaffected, North London