The best things in life are free, but someone, somewhere, pays for everything. So looking at trees and birds, the oceans, cloud formations can fill your heart with… stuff and emotions and pleasure, but really that’s just a start. Your children (can, but SO OFTEN DON’T!!!) give you immense pleasure. Grandchildren are in a different league. Not to the one above, but to everything else. Cars, loves, lovers, holidays, experiences, successes, maybe dancing, skiing, gambling, whoring, certainly drinking to oblivion, drugs… and prayer, errrr, obviously.

But there is nothing, simply nothing in my 65 years of living on this world (I’m not counting previous lives and incarnations because I ceased being a Buddhist in 1975, 2 weeks after becoming one) could get close to the sheer wonderment of today’s Premier League table.

It is simply The Best Thing Ever. Nothing compares (so many song titles and lyrics I may have to pay royalties for this posting).

It’s not just that Spurs are top. The only team with maximum points. And that included the win against Manchester City. And its not just because we drift to that exalted spot on occasion, normally early in the season before we crumble, so enjoy our moment in the sunshine. But its because at the very bottom of that same table sit Arsenal. With no points, no goals, one horrendous red card and 25 horrendous red faces.

And I know its fairly meaningless, after 3 games, and I know gloating in any way, shape or form is evil and nasty and I know that schadenfreude is no place in which to luxuriate, but JUST LOOK AT THE TABLE!!!! The middle 18 teams are totally irrelevant. The numbers are unimportant, the names changed to protect the innocent (?), but that table. I shall cherish this forever.

And I shall end with one last song line.

Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron.

For no reason other than I want to. I can do what I like. My team is top of the tree.

Happy Monday

A xxxx