Yesterday, the irony of this weblog’s title caught up with me.

Sarah and I were on a jaunt to lovely Herne Bay in North Kent to witness the irrepressible AFC Wimbledon play the eponymous locals in the FA Vase. And we won. But that’s not what I’m writing about (although our dramatic, breath-catching 93rd minute winner by the towering Matt Everard merits a thousand novels to its everlasting glory).

As we were standing amid the 1,800 fervent travelling fans, a wasp decided Sarah and I either looked or smelled the best (a wasp with taste, obv), and WOULDN’T FUCKING LEAVE US ALONE. Or rather, it buzzed half-heartedly around Sarah for a few seconds, then decided to CHEW ON MY EYES. Fo’ real! The bastard brushed against my cheek; I thought it’d get bored and fly off. But no. Instead, it settled there, then clambered all over my eyelashes. And as it did so, I could feel it nibbling!! ON MY EYES!!!!

And that’s why the blog title has changed, perhaps temporarily, perhaps not.