It's been a while since I have come across something so hideous – downright hideous that I might comment, "That's a deeeownright hiiiiideous decision, Mr. Clattenburg!".

But, with the Autumn leaves slowly turning from green to brown, like my children taking their mother's surname instead of mine, I picked up a copy of The Beach Boys 11th studio album, Pet Sounds, which made me wonder way on earth I bother getting up in the mornings.