Listening to Solent, pooing myself whenever Peterborough get near out goal and either crying or jumping up and down with delight.
As above. My wife is unwell though so at least it won't be greeted with snorts of derision or 'thats good' when saints score!


, or despair
) so I won't be able to sleep. But then again, I don't know if I can wait until the morning! Mrs Supertramp is getting sick and tired of my mood swings following game days 
