Fathers Day

Save for procuring a card featuring one of Matt from The Telegraph's excellent cartoons, this Fathers Day has not been greatly different from any other Sunday. Another busy work day saw 1059 people visit the Studio, the second busiest this year following May's Bank Holiday madness. We've invariably popular at the weekend but it's still quite unusual to break four figures. In typical form, my Dad and I then proceeded to lament England U21's uninspiring performance against Sweden, belatedly getting away with it courtesy of a late Jesse Lingard winner. He certainly hit it true, the undeniable highlight of a dire encounter*.

I vaguely hinted towards an introspective blog yesterday which I've since lost the enthusiasm for. It wasn't tremendously different to things that I've said before. At 27, I'm ashamed of the position that I find myself in and I regret some of the decisions that I've made (or not made) in the past. But if I'm to put myself in the best position to try and change my circumstances, then dwelling on those mistakes isn't going to do me any good. I need to break my pattern of self-loathing and forgive myself for what's gone before**. That was basically the gist, anyway.

*Obviously England then went on to get knocked out at the end of the group stages. I long ago resigned myself to no English international side winning a major tournament in my lifetime.

** This "forgiveness" business remains very much a work in progress. I'll let you know how it goes.

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