It has been a while since I last felt the urge to blog. That is normally the way when things are going well. The return of Twittering Pete almost brought me out of my blogging slumber the other week but I felt people had grown tired of the bloke. Yet I have spotted some support creep back for him and it has stirred up the blogger in me. A second moan forming in the Meldrew section of my brain is regarding stadium expansion. More of that later.

Oh Peter, how did it come to this?

A week or so ago, his place in Albion fans hearts was getting to Bob Taylor levels. Derby goals will do that. He would never have had to buy a pint of the black stuff again around these parts. Despite QPR's public advances, he told everyone this was his club and that he was settled. Most fell for it. Personally, I never bought it. He has always been just a tapping up away from a move. A perfect client for any agent.

Today was a sad day for me. I haven't had many of these down the Albion for a while. It wasn't the defeat against Fulham, or even the display, which was admittedly poor. It was our support that saddened me. The booing at half and full time was really disappointing, the treatment of Chris Brunt shocking.

It has been a while since I last blogged. I feel a little guilty and neglectful. Thing is, football blogging tends to be a negative thing. A chance to have a moan or raise concerns. Hence my inactivity. Its going oh so well. I don't want to jinx things by talking positively in blogs all the time. The old Semper Te Fallant feeling that Baggies have is never far under the surface.

Five months ago, everything was rosy in the world of Baggieland. We had one of the best managers in the business and the best Director of Football. Now, they have both been poached by the F.A. A massive compliment to our clubs excellent progress but potentially a crushing blow to our future. If this was to happen to most clubs, a period of decline would surely follow. Will this be the case for us? I think not.

Well, here we are again. It's that time of year again when football fans are full of hope and dreams, unspoiled by a league table. Although, that has not always been the way at the Albion going into the first game. This hope is a recent phenomena. Damn that Jeremy Peace, I quite liked my expectations low. We all know that it's the hope that kills you.

Well, now we know. After almost 2 months of deliberation and bookies making a fortune, we now have a new manager. To pretty much everyone, the choice was a surprise. The response from fans extremely mixed. Many see It as a huge gamble and can't understand how we came to the decision. If fans got a little overheated during the appointment process, it became a meltdown of Chernobyl proportions for some after the announcement.

We like a bit of drama down the Baggies don't we? Summer wouldn't be the same without some stress attached to it. Seven weeks in and we are all pacing around like expectant fathers, hitting F5 every minute on Newsnow and trawling every media outlet available in an attempt to find out the latest information not to come out of the club. The Albion public are suffering meltdown.

Well, I didn't have to wait long did I? I was beginning to sound a little too smug with all the wallowing in good news. I was expecting something to go wrong, we are Albion after all. Usually its problems of our own making but not this time. As much as it pains me to see Roy go, even our bad news is now something to be proud of. Little ole us having our manager poached for arguably the biggest football job in the world. Sad? Very. Proud? Even more so.

I came away from the game feeling utterly frustrated. We missed the opportunity to put them deep into trouble but that point may well be enough to keep them up. If we had played anywhere near like we can, we would have won comfortably. This is weakest Villa team I can ever remember. We played poorly for the most part but it was still enough not to lose.

Its been a couple of weeks since I last blogged. To be honest, continually posting such positive things doesn't sit naturally with me. The unofficial Baggie supporter motto of Semper Te Fallant is always lurking there in the background. However, Albion under Hodgson continue to smash hoodoos and delight with results whilst around us our local rivals continue to delight us with their own results. Not since Wolves choked a 11 point lead has their been a better all round season.

Well, its been a great few days to be a Baggie with first the players, then the manager and finally the chairman giving us something to be happy about. At a time when its all doom and gloom elsewhere on the West Mids football scene, its a time for smiles all round for us Baggies.

What a strange season this has turned out to be. Moments of unbridled joy mixed with complete and utter garbage. Looking at the table, we should still be happy. Anything higher than 17th is still an above par position. However, it's all a bit depressing at the moment. Instead of looking up at the clubs above us, we have started to count the points to those below us. How have we found ourselves in this position?

How ironic Roy Hodgson's words were yesterday? He talked about the importance of Blues letting us know as early as possible about their intentions regarding Ben Foster's future. That's all well and good, he is vital to our future hopes, but Roy can't have failed to have spotted a little double standards here given his own cards being kept so close to his chest.

Welcome to my first Baggies blog.

A pretty good time to start doing one I feel, although bad times tend to produce more opinion.

It probably would have been a much darker read under Saunders, Buckley, Gould or Little.

Not now though. Can anyone remember a better time to be a Baggie post 1982?