I love a number. And I think today’s date is possibly my favourite. Certainly the best so far this year. So I think we need to read something into it. Because Numerologists have done this sort of thing for years. Rabbis often read a sentence, add up the numbers that the letters represent (a=1, b=2, kind’a thing) and then make all sorts of observations and predictions based upon it. So the sentence ‘My little Jojo is possibly the most destructive terrorist under 3 in the whole world’, might add up to 672, which, divided by the number of words, might make 23.7, which, amazingly, is the number of commandments (errrr… that’ll be 10 then) plus 13.7, which was the precise number of years it took to construct the Western Wall of the great temple in Jerusalem!!!! Thus Joey is NOT the killer and wrecking ball he might appear but is blessed by the Lord and will be a scholar and a prophet! I’m still going to enrol him in hit-man school, just in case they got the numbers wrong. Hedging.

But 02-02-2022 has a wonderful look and an even better sound. Never better than when you say: ‘Desmond 2-2 died just before 02-02-2022’. And if you translate the numeric value of that sentence and transpose it back to letters, it becomes: ‘Tottenham are going to finish in the top four this year’!!! Which is amazing! There is one other alternative transposition which reads: ‘My pet hedgehog Nigel was sexually abused by Prince Andrew’. Not sure whether that in itself is sufficient ‘evidence’ to join the law-suit. Especially as I don’t have a pet hedgehog. And if I did, he wouldn’t be called Nigel.

But I came home yesterday to a positive shit-storm in the football. Spurs and Arsenal both played and both games were won, or lost, in the dying seconds of injury time. Spurs, fortunately, won their match at Watford in the 96th minute. But as they deserved to win, on the grounds that they’re my favourite team, no one complained. Whereas at Arsenal, Manchester City beat them in the 93rd minute after masses of contentious incidents and events, the likes of which haven’t been seen since VAR last fucked everything up, which was… Wednesday. But that was Spurs so the ‘big fuss’ didn’t materialise. We have no sense of entitlement like our north London neighbours. So when a few ambiguous decisions went against them it all went through the roof. Even though there isn’t a roof at the Emirates. Apparently the indignation and upset from the Arsenal fans exploded into the rarest thing to be found at that stadium: atmosphere.

“Sing when you’re cheated, you only sing when you’re cheated, by VA ARRRRR-ARRRR, by VA ARRRRR-ARRRRRR…”

Happy Sunday

A xxxx