It may be the discounted Czech ale from Lidl, it may be the Erdinger Dunkel from Booths, but I'm in a good mood tonight.
My beloved Bolton Wanderers won again. It's as simple as that. My weekend = brilliant.
Wanderers came from behind (imagine that!) to beat AFC Wimbledon in the first meeting between the two sides in the history of the world - according to that weird bloke who took over MK Dons anyway.
Isn't football funny. It can give you massive lows and unbelievable highs. We've had nothing but drama and grief from Wanderers over the past four years, and I am struggling to remember a time when we won two games on the spin.
However, this Bolton Wanderers side is starting to make me hope. We've beaten Sheffield United and now we've beaten Wimbledon, and with ties coming up against Bristol Rovers (Wednesday) and Fleetwood Town (Saturday) you would be foolish for not being confident in us continuing with the present 100% record.
Phil Parkinson appears to have finally instilled order and discipline in the ranks. After the Owen Coyle, Dougie Freedman and Neil Lennon debacles, it is so refreshing to think that we might, just possibly, be on the right track.
Writing for this site has been an exercise in sadness and negativity for some time now, but I am starting to feel that old feeling - happiness, satisfaction, excitement and anticipation.
Roll on Saturday and Fleetwood at home.
Isn't football brilliant?!