Remember last week when I noted that I was more than likely going to be clamouring for American football again? Well - last night was the night.
It always happens on the Sunday following the Super Bowl, but this year felt weirder.
It is really is the after-season blues.
I tried watching television but - apart for Ann Widdecombe doing a magic trick with budgies for five minutes and the final half of Moonraker
- nothing could eleviate the boredom.
I'll end up settling back into a Sunday pattern soon. Hopefully without the aid of celebrity reality shows and James Bond.
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