There's too much going on.
There's so much stuff from the last few weeks (or whatever it is since I last wrote) I haven't written about, that it's difficult to do justice to any of it. So I'm not going to try. Last night, we had another one of our poker nights. It's fair to say that it was slightly more chaotic than usual, and there was a real risk of the entire evening descending into farce. The important thing is that I won (again), but it's a slightly hollow victory because a) no-one remembered to actually put any money in 'the pot', and b) some people just got a bit fed up of the whole thing. Sheffield United fans were a bit fed up with things after only twenty minutes or so of their midweek game against Stoke on Tuesday. By then, they were 3-0 down, having conceded two goals to dreadful defending, and one to a comedy own-goal. The half-time entertainment – a local comedian's Christmas single – was neither appropriate, appreciated, or good. We still haven't got a Chris...