They went for ‘London’. In the budget. If you live outside the M25 you have no idea what a “2 million pound home!!” looks like. You think its a mansion, in 45 acres of grazing land with a lake, horses and… well, lots of mud and stuff. But its not. Its a little house in Chelsea. Its a flat in Highgate. Its a 2-up-2-down in the better parts of Islington. ‘Better parts’ being ‘away from fucking Arsenal’. So, yet again, when Labour refer (ad-fucking-nauseum) to ‘broader shoulders’, they actually mean ‘London shoulders’. Once again, the ‘northern powerhouse’ is actually to be powered by southern cash.

Do I mind that? Do I mind that my pension is being penalised (if I can work out precisely how) and that my ISAs are… doing something sinister, and my life is being ruined!!!! by this government so we can pay millions to Scotland so they can mount a campaign to leave us? If the money was going to paid to try and do something with their rugby team I could get that fully. But claiming ‘independence’ when you’re still funded by Westminster is like an aristocrat going off to ‘live by himself’ whilst totally funded by ‘daddy’. It’s all a bit ‘Prince Andrew’. As he used to be known. When he was a royal parasite. Rather than an almost common one.

They’re stealing money from me ‘by stealth’, the sneaky shit that HMRC do to make you poorer than you should be. And what about electric cars? They going to tax their mileage. To make up for the lost revenue in petrol. Whilst encouraging you to ‘buy electric’, yet providing very little in infrastructure, and now, even less incentive. Yet they want you weaned off petrol. There’s such a ridiculous circularity of the nonsensical in that, it takes a Rachel Reeves to propose it.

And then there was the football yesterday. Which I don’t want to talk about really, but feel I have to. Because seeing Arsenal on top of both the League here AND the Champions League table as well is arguably a worse punishment than anything our Chancellor did yesterday.

At Spurs, we don’t count points in the normal way. Basically because we rarely get them. So we define our season by the nature of the losses. There are ‘bad losses’, and yes, there are ‘good losses’. Bad ones, like Sunday at Arsenal (arguably, ‘the worst possible of bad losses), are when you play like a North-Western, relegation-bound team managed by Sam Allardyce. Good losses are when you play like the delusion all Spurs fans hold dear and attack with style. Like last night in Paris. We lost 5-3 but firstly there’s not much shame losing to the European Champions, and secondly, we got 3. And played like we wanted to score. Rather than like: we’re waiting to take a shower, is it ok if I hang round here for 90 minutes whilst the water heats up?

All in all, it wasn’t the best day of my life.

Happy Thursday (can only be better)

A xxxx