My head has been constantly throbbing for the past twelve hours now. The aching pulse of my temples, strained bloodshot eyes and troubled restlessness have coerced me into writing a few final strung out words. Euthanasia much? Cabin fever is just not a plausible excuse for my body. And I’m not steered by the winter blues either. The only event that toned down my writhing was watching Liverpool beat City on aggregate for the Carling Cup, otherwise known by many as the Mickey Mouse Cup.