That new book smell

I was happy - confused, but happy - when Arsenal spent god knows how much on Franny Jeffers.

I almost literally danced around the living room when the teletext headline told me that we'd signed José Antonio Reyes (I say 'almost' because...well, if you saw me dancing you'd know).

And now it's finally here: the package from Amazon that I ordered some months ago, that was somehow always 6 to 8 days from arrival. It may offer a profound insight into the human condition; it may be a thrill-a-paragraph page turner; I may junk it fifty pages in, slightly embarrassed about buying it in the first place. But let's not worry about all that for now - just open it up and breathe it in.