Well, I think it already has to be fair.  I suppose it always has been a mad world ever since Adam chewed on an apple and over the course of history the degree of madness has come and gone, but never seems to go away. 

Today on this bright, sunny August morning here in the backwaters of deepest Kent it`s almost as if we are living in a world of our own, which doesn`t seem all that mad.   But look outside, beyond the boundaries of our insular contentment and what do we find?  Things like the ongoing madness of Afghanistan; the insanity by which the good folk of Plymouth have suffered the most appalling and horrifying gun attack seen in this country for a decade;  the ongoing Covid pandemic which sees the infection rates and death toll continuing to rise;  the record temperatures and fires engulfing southern Europe and parts of California and the misery that they bring;  the seemingly endless stream of illegal migrants entering this country (over 500 yesterday alone) and the subsequently worrying effects that it entails for all concerned, not least the migrants themselves.   The list goes on and on.

But there`s a different kind of madness, one in an area of life which ironically seeks to provide a form of escape from all the rest of life`s insanity.   It is, of course, the world of sport and again on this morning of tranquil calm I am facing the prospect of being swept up yet again in the utter madness of being a football fan;  well, a Southampton fan at least.  Today the Saints go away to Everton, so difficult a place to go to that we have not won there since the invention of Dubbin and Sloan`s liniment.   I expect we will get mullered again today and that will once more spark off feelings of doom laden despondency among the St. Mary`s faithful.

There is so much else in  the world to be concerned about, to be worried about, that it strikes me as almost the ultimate madness to be concerned about eleven men running around a field trying to stick a ball in the back of a net more times than their opponents.  Now  if you support Manchester City, The Damned United, Chelsea, Liverpool you only have to worry whether you are going to win the league or not;   if you`re a Saints fan, you just worry.   Or you`re just as mad as the rest of the world.