With the missus out with her mates talking about bikini lines and netball, no doubt .. or whatever these modern city women discuss together .. cake mixtures or something, I dunno .. I considered for as long as it took the Sky Plus box to jam on ITV4 that I may envelop myself in some culture from North of the border, and for a change I don't mean a can of Tennants down the local shopping parade with Whisky Wayne.

But within three minutes I was struck by two things. One, insane boredom, and two, bloody Jim Beglin again. He gets around a bit doesn't he? Not only is he multi-grounded (he being Clive 'tedious' Tyldesley's right-hand man at Anfield on Tuesday), but he is now switching competitions 'n' all.

So anyway, I avoided a predictable goalless draw, and am much the better person for it.

I say that now, but I'll be there with the rest of them getting in first orders to watch what should prove to be an equally mind-numbing potential title-defining mash-up/slap-down between Chelski and Man United tomorrow lunchtime.

Luckily Setanta are showing Weymouth versus Altrincham in the evening. Salvation at last.