It was Bev's night out and my French night in, but the DVD wouldn't work and the Manchester derby was about to start. The result was a fantastic game and victory over the French language. Perhaps tomorrow evening I'll have more will-power. Okay, there's no perhaps about it. I will be stronger and concentrate on my French.
In footballing terms though I think I'm cured. Sunderland suffered their heaviest defeat in their Premiership history on Saturday...and I wasn't physically sick. I didn't even give it another thought. It no longer has a grip on me. It's time to take a grip on myself. I'm a grown man for goodness sake. Who cares what happens in the football world anyway?