I know I need more red. This is not in homage to our unsuccessful foray into blue away shirts. I just need... time. There we go, red again.

Bloody hell. Well, where do I begin? Probably with the business end of things first: In case you hadn't already noticed, East Lower has moved. Whereas before, I was here,…

And call me Mary... I'm nearly back. In a newish kind of way. But nearly back nonetheless...