Watching in disbelief as our train wreck of a season rolls horribly on

IT’S just a blip, you know. Everyone says so. Just like coming out of a recession. I know they said it five or six times already, but they really mean it this time.

While those of us on Planet Sanity stare in melancholic disbelief at the heartbreaking heap of twisted metal, the Chauvins stare benignly at this almighty train wreck of a season with cult eyes and cult expressions.

The driver, blood everywhere, makes one excuse after another, rounding on anyone who dares criticise his Work In Progress. Last season’s title challenge is barely a memory, a gigantic overachieving miracle.