Ambivalent start to the new year department: Rob Andrew loses his job
The news that Rob Andrew is about to lose his job has been greeted with bunting, Basement Jaxx hits blasting from the stereo, and a smile on my face so wide that you could be mistaken into thinking one of the Kray twins has been round with a sword.
But our joy must be tempered. It seems that - in a typically English fudge - the great underachiever is not being given the boot completely, more shifted into a less high profile role of overseeing youth development. The worrying thing is that less high profile does not necessarily mean less important. In fact you could argue he is being given the most important role in English rugby. Still, at least he'll be off the telly and not making those nonsensical overtures to the press any more, eh?
Time to bring in much of the bunting, turn the stereo down a bit and allow my countenance to shape into something akin to a father watching his young son play full contact rugby for the first time - he knows this should feel right, so why so apprehensive?
I've not been this conflicted since I discovered I liked a Westlife song.