The misfortunes of Paul Gascoigne are ever on my mind, as each day I have occasion to see in my WC the framed photograph signed by him which we were given as a wedding present back in 1990 at the height of Gazzamania.

The message was the work of a free spirit as yet not signed up to the various organisations now existing in revolt against the Aberrant Apostrophe.

"Congradulations on getting married Look after yourselve’s and not to much sex".

As poignant as it was prophetic.

Yet we can still enjoy astonishing moments like this and this. And these.