The British are, in general, a grumpy bunch of fuckers. From the back-bench MP to the Heat ‘journalist’ via anyone you’ve ever been forced to listen to on a train; we all moan. Screw doing anything useful for the country let’s just bemoan the government’s lack of impact on crime figures or how bad Amy Winehouse’s Skeletor costume for Halloween is. Oh shit, that’s her face isn’t it?

Once in a while however, something happens that is so gloriously unlikely that even the most hardened of British grumpnuts can’t fail to raise a smile…

Yesterday Hull City Football Club, a team who by all accounts should be ‘a bit crap’, moved joint top of the English Permiership, a league generally considered the best in the world. What’s more awesome is that 10 years ago, pretty much to the day, they were lying at the very nadir of the English league system fearing relegation to The Conference (which, for the non-footballing among you is as depressing as it sounds).

Neat graph of Hull's supreme performance over the last 10 years

Their ascendancy is nothing short of beautiful – the sort of happening you wish you could squeeze into a jam-jar and keep on the top shelf for use when this green world isn’t quite as wonderful as it should be. Until someone invents a viable way of extracting the essence of such happenings however, we’ll just have to blog about it.