It seemed as good an idea as any.
Blocking the more mindless Toon comments was quite enjoyable, delighted as I am that literate and/or decent NUFC supporters come here in such numbers (AGAIN: only have to mention NUFC and you get a swarm of them).
But I needed more.
Copious amounts of red wine have helped. (Yeah, I know that marks me down as a softie but you don’t get real ale in my part of France, I dislike yellow fizz and even the Guinness cans run out by early August).
So I turned to music. What, I asked at Mudcat, a folk music forum (techno fans log off now) should I listen to in order to ease the pain?
These were among the suggestions:
Blaydon Races (tongue in cheek from a Man City fan)
Led Zeppelin … Dazed and Confused
Unknown … My Heart is Sad But My Balls Are Intact
Anyone … Blue Moon
Jackson C Frank … Blues Run the Game
Ah, but that last one is cheating. Great as it is, it was my answer to my own question; I also found Bruce’s Lament by Adrenalin O.d. – whoever they may be – but wouldn’t know it if it fell in my onion soup.
Then, in passing, I mentioned my Song of the Day series at Salut! Live.
The most recent addition was the late Tony Capstick’s piece of sheer genius, Capstick Comes Home … and you’ve probably already clicked on the link above.
Cheered me up no end.
And this wasn’t bad either, one I omitted from the list, above, of suggestions from Mudcat readers. Thanks hugely to Paul Vaughan …
Paul wrote: “If you can watch this and not feel better you need medication.”
No medication. but maybe just a drop more of wine …
And no, I’m still not better.