What? 

Well, here's a thing.

I started this way back when I began my degree. Here we are a few years later without a great deal to show, at least as far as this blog is concerned. Looking back at one of the early posts and I see Saints were in the FA Cup final. Now battling relegation two seasons later, although a good result aginst Norwich lifted us out of of the bottom three today. Not that it's going to change anyone's life, although survival would mean a good day out for a few of us. No doubt.

The degree's nearly done too. Whether it will help me with my own ongoing relegation battle is another matter. It's been a busy, nutty few months. A lot has happened, what with moving, cobbling together a dissertation (still sounds like a surgical procedure to me. Feels like it too some days...) and all the other goings-on. It feels like I've come a fair old way, which has got to be what it's about.

I discussed with Gabi what I'd do when I accepted my degree at the ceremony. Something along the lines of kissing my shirt, like footballers do. Maybe a peace sign for the assembled masses. After all, I am the self-apointed spiritual leader. Should make a mark. Gabi pointed out that I would serve only to make myself look like a complete prick, confirming the suspicions of many present. Good advice in there somewhere, I thought.