The man sitting next to me, who just happens to be Graeme Souness, seems content despite sitting in his own s***. Maybe he is aware of something.... something that lies beyond my comprehension.

The Buddhists say "you achieve total enlightenment, and with it a sense of inner-peace, when you realise that everything in your life is just an illusion....... everything."

Embracing this type of idealogy, which enables one to live at peace with their own collective incompetance, definitely makes sitting in your own s*** more than bearable.