Another entry spurred on by guilt. Another entry where I have nothing to say and am floundering (literally - I'm lying flat on the floor with both eyes on the same side of my face) for something to write. It's a Saturday morning, a weekend I am obliged to enjoy as I'm working next week (for one week only, sigh).

It is, however, the first day of the football season for both the top, elite millionaires in the Premiership and the part-time journeymen, young bucks and sallow-cheeked plumbers of the Combined Counties League, where my beloved AFC Wimbledon ply their trade. Very exciting mail delivery yesterday - I received my first ever season ticket. Whoot! Naturally, I am kicking off the season by staying at home and keeping my support to strictly armchair level. Go the Dons!