So I only travel into town on my e-bike on ‘zero days’. Every hour on the BBC weather app marked zero chance of rain. If numbers appear. I take the tube.

Until today. There’s lots of rain forecast for this afternoon, but… the tube is suffering major fuckage. On the Northern Line. And, just to rub sulphuric acid in the wounds, at East Finchley. My station.

So I was left with a choice. Try and squeeze onto the trains which are running, once every 98 minutes, along with 42,000 other unwashed, garlic-eating sweaty bastards, or take the bike. And risk… getting wet!!!

I don’t have ‘weather gear’, its too pervy. I’d rather be soaked to the skin than look like a child molester. But I DO have a ‘kagool’, which no-one ever talks about these days. They are the clothing equivalent of Prince Andrew. And as I NEVER throw out old clothes, I went to the ‘pre-1997’ section of my wardrobe… ok, my whole wardrobe is ‘pre-1997’, except for the old stuff, and there it was. All shiny and waterproofy and only a fraction of the ‘deviance-appearance’ of other practical clothing.

And I’m praying for no rain.

There again, I prayed for a Spurs win on Tuesday night and where did that get me.

I’ll tell you where it got me. It got me thinking of the difference between being ‘humble’, being ‘humbled’ and being ‘humiliated’. I don’t know why, other than I love words. And they all come from the same root. Yet being humble is a good thing, being humbled, not quite so good, and being humiliated is what happens when you go to Madrid. It happened to us, then it happened again last night when Man City went there.

Its also what happens when you have a manager who is a wrong-un. We got Igor Tudor as a ‘short-term’ fixer. And we got a short-term fuck-up. Played 4, lost 4. And what he did to both our goalkeepers on Tuesday night was positively disgusting. Ok, neither of them did precisely what their job description states, but it was awful. And blaming the keeper when your defensive plan is inappropriate and ill-considered, is not a great way to ‘manage’.

Happy, hopefully dry Thursday

A xxxx