The problem with anticipation is that the majority of times, one is left with a great chasm of disappointment rather than a belly-full of satisfaction. Such is the way of the world. It’s like the difference between a backlit picture of a Big Mac, a towering burger able to sate the most ravenous of appetites, and the withering feeling of self-loathing that washes over you precisely 0.8 seconds after swallowing that final mouthful. This time last week I was bouncing round in Tigger-like excitement