Don't panic, I'm not about to launch into a Beatles medley (mainly because I've always thought they were crap-but that's a post for another day), but yesterday, in addition to being my birthday (How old? -Very) it was the end of the football transfer window. How exciting.
It was like National Bloke in Car Park Day yesterday, as across the country gentlemen were donning their suits and taking to their nearest tarmaced surface for a full day of not-doing-anything-really thrills.
Sky Sports News, bankrolled as they are by Rupert Murdoch's billions as well as my own £40 a month, went a little over the top and had outside broadcast crews on hand to record evidence that their blokes were indeed in car parks and that they were not doing anything really.
David Craig in Sunderland had a bacon sandwich, a chap in Stoke bumped into Salif Diao, and someone in Liverpool saw Ryan Babel get into a helicopter and fly south, leading to widespread assumptions that the rapping wide-man was heading for "the Midlands, or London somewhere, or the south coast, or Paris, or Lyon, or Libya, just depends how much fuel he's got really, and whether he keeps going in a straight line" and ... hang on ... News just reaching us from Watford General hospital, where a bloke called Jim has arrived with a bunch of flowers and put £2 into the pay-and-display machine! "Incredible scenes here," screams a dull looking man "Jim just pulled in, stormed out of his car and paid up for anything up to two hours. Looks like he could be planning to stay for some time. Back to you Brian."
The one thing of note that did happen was Robinho going from Man City to Milan, for quite a lot less than they paid for him not that long ago.
Did a man stand about looking gormless in the San Siro car park waving his lunch around and shouting about this momentous event? No, of course not, that would have been silly.
Robinho yesterday, sad to be leaving Manchester