Doctor Manhattan

I fucking love Ally Maxwell!

Not until next century.

Hardly a predictor for what higher leagues might do, let alone other countries, but still... Coronavirus: All football below National League to end "Some men's teams, such as Jersey Bulls and Vauxhall Motors, had already secured promotion to step five of the non-league pyramid, but their promotions will now be cancelled. Jersey Bulls had won all 27 of their matches in the Combined Counties Football League Division One and were 20 points clear at the top."

Somewhere in the infinite quantum multiverse Saturday's games are just kicking off now, following Motherwell's 9-0 demolition of Aberdeen last night. Why is there never a fucking wormhole around when you need one? Christ, I'm bored.

That actually sounds remarkably fair, and even better when the same logic is applied to next season's Europa League which Motherwell would win in a virtual canter.

When shagging my wife I am always scrupulously careful not to call out her sister's name by mistake. This news added a whole new dimension to that risk last night.

Seldom has the saying "lucky to get nil" been so apposite,

Don't worry, it's a plan. Remember the Rumble in the Jungle?

An 8 pointer, even!

Be careful what you wish for, he might play that exact same side again next time out!

Huge result! Going in to a run of games where three points from nine looked like a reasonable ask, that's a hell of a start.

In the nicest possible way, get it ever so slightly up you.

"Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone"

2-1 Motherwell, Ilic double. No idea whether your prediction came true, though.

When you look at a team and think, "Petravicius could come off the bench and do a job", you know in your heart of hearts that it's not the greatest.

Walloper.

Yes, I've never quite understand why a current employer has to empty a miscreant immediately, yet it's OK for them to take up another identical job somewhere else after some arbitrary period of time has elapsed. I'm calling this "The Ched Evans Effect", and I don't care it that's in bad taste.

"Angry young man" was what I heard.

We're long overdue for scudding three past Aberdeen, which would more than put the icing on the cake of our otherwise excellent December. I suppose I could live with that compromise.

I know it's greedy and unrealistic, but I'd be an awful lot more on board this particular train if we'd just beaten the fucking Accies last time out. Was that really SO much to ask?

I wholeheartedly support any tangent that prevents attention switching to "The Rangers", even if only for a few more minutes, so can I just say that Stiff Little Fingers would have kicked the Sex Pistols' heads in, both literally and metaphorically.

All of time and space are equivalent to me, but never more so than after a festive bevvy.

Next season, maybe. Nothing but sympathy for the Dees from me, after the similarly abysmal showing 'Well put on against Accies on Boxing Day.

Even the profanity filter on here is taking the cunting piss.