Every morning when I'm at home I get up, make coffee, go upstairs and write my blog. This morning I am daring to be different. Instead of going upstairs, I am staying downstairs and writing the blog on my laptop.

A change is as good as a rest as they say. That said, a rest would be good too for I was forced out of the house last night by the nefarious Mugsmasher who needed the goodness of Guinness to help him get over an adventure race thing he did yesterday.

Firstly, *boilk*

Secondly, there was a bloke in the bar we were in last night who looked exactly like the villain from every film ever but most especially like the other bloke from the Karate Kid who kicked his legs that time. He was tall and overly blond with his shirt open too much and he laughed exaggeratedly.

Video highlights and reaction match report -

Good morning and apologies for the lateness of this particular blog but then *boilk* and nobody should criticise a man who was drinking whiskey at 6.30am. It's just not the done thing.

So, we beat Norwich yesterday to continue our good run of form and winningness, again we have to give thanks and praise to the Lord our Robin for his two goals which sealed the deal.

I awoke this morning with a very familiar feeling. Not dread. Not paralysis down my left hand side. Not the need to occasionally throw my hands up in the air. No. It was:

Not only was I led astray by Tom but also by the Mugsmasher and a man who forgot his medallion.

As traditional as Auld Lang Syne is the new year's day hangover. I must apologise to you all for the worldwide rum shortage. Me and Mrs Blogs drank it all last night. I tried to ring Tom at about 3am with a brilliant idea I had for the site but sensibly his phone was off.