All is well in St Andrews. It's great being here, those doubters and haters with their dinosaur-era, short-sighted views on how a football club should be run are 20 miles up the road. Flicking through Saturdays programme, I am heartened to see that we won 1-0 against Killie in the Scottish Cup. "Trust the process." I say out loud. WWWOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly there's a blinding flash of light and I can't see for a minute. Slowly things start to clear and I realise I'm not in my office anymore. There's a mysterious figure in front of me. "Who are you? What are you doing here???? You're not from Companies House are you?" "I am The Watcher." "You look like Dick Donnelly." "I am The Watcher." "Na, you definitely look like Dick Donnelly." "Aw right, I'm fucking Dick Donnelly then." "I'm..." "No names, I deal in actions, not people in the Multiverse." "W