This year would appear to be falling into place quite nicely from a largely macro point of view.

Firstly, Morrissey releasing his first album in seven years (and in my time of being a fan) on Monday. It's amazing how a break can satiate a need. Had Morrissey released three albums since Maladjusted, would he have had the same sort of rapturous reception that he has done in the media for this album release? Would the quality of the album be as good as it apparently is? I somehow doubt a positive answer on both counts. It's quite often good to have a break from the limelight: it lets people take stock and appreciate the talent a bit more.

And so, on to Jacques' comeback from the dead. Not so long ago, the press was on his back, after a largely disappointing four years with "his team". His career was entailing collecting a fairly hefty paycheck, driving mediocre cars and getting nowhere. Internal politics, unreliable machines and arguments with other drivers driving him out of the sport which he was champion of just a few years previously. I thought he was finished.

Until Tuesday, that is. "The Sun", the quality bastion of British journalism, ran the story that Jacques is on his way back to Williams - the combination that led Williams to their last world championship in 1997. A test drive being set up, Jacques could be brought in to ruffle the feathers of a hugely dominant Schumacher.

Two of my heroes being thrust into the public eye after a elongated period out of the spotlight, making successful returns. Having sat the worst exam of my life on Tuesday, I'm going to require a similar turn of fortunes to progress to my third year of university. With minimal studying, I have my doubts this will happen. I need to gather some determination to muster some self-belief. Without belief, you have nothing.