I’ve taken a bit of a rest from blogging recently, mostly
because nothing ‘notable’ has happened, but something especially notable hit me
just a few hours ago. News that I’m sure will shake you as it has shaken me.
I heard the best piece of news in many years this
morning. When I heard it I could hardly contain myself, I ran from the kitchen
where I was making breakfast, burst into my father’s studio and proclaimed the
wonderful revelation, the news that will surely change all of our lives indefinitely.
The elegant, soothing, comforting words of Sir Alex Ferguson
will once again grace our ears over the radio and TV waves of the BBC. This was
this ground moving announcement that shook me so, this morning.
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It has been a long 7 years without his holiness on the
BBC, and I am now overflowing with excitement for his insights on Match of the
Day. I’m sure he’ll have many interesting, thought-provoking and witty things
to share with viewers. My growing disinterest in Premiership football is sure
to end; now the tour de force of eloquence and intellectual merit will be back
on our screens.
I have been sick to death of seeing the Manchester United
support staff talking about the performance of their team, so I am more than
excited to get words from the man himself. The big cheese. The head honcho. The
brains behind sending 11 goons running around a field after spherical, bouncy
object.
What I’m most keen to hear from Sir Alex (how ridiculous
is it that he’s been knighted? It really brings it down as an achievement, I
feel sorry for people who’ve actually earned the honour, they must be so
disheartened to know they’re considered equal to him) is his arrogance. I am so
eager to hear him speak about his decisions and the acts of his impertinent henchmen
and hail them as heroes or compare them to people who’ve actually done good in
the world.
This is just a quick thought on the big man himself, I’ve
not got much else to say...
Ooh, the Ayling household is soon to have a kitchen
garden. How posh are we!? We’re buying a bit of some neighbour’s land and it’s
set to becoming a working garden. We’ll be on Gardener’s World before we all
know it!
Also, after having a conversation last night, sparked by Derren Brown, about the likelihood of lottery numbers coming out in a predictable or regular order, in which my mother decided it was less likely the numbers would come in in an order as it imposes more restraints on the outcome. This is nonsense, the order is random so 1,2,3,4,5,6 is just as likely as 4,7,22,34,41,49. It's just human intuition to believe that a random selection of numbers is more likely to come out than an ordered one.
Anyway, I saw the lotto numbers just before I went to bed. Coincidence? I think so.
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