I was delighted that my sister got the detailed explanation for H’all’o’w”e’n – it’s in the DNA you see. We had an aunt once who went from being the impoverished oldest daughter of a north country coal miner (Loretta Lynn style) to one of the first people (1920s) to win a scholarship from her bit of the world to London University. She was a history teacher but she loved numbers and was delighted in the 1950s when she found a house to buy in Petersfield that was number 189
Why? you may ask. Because 189 is divisible by three, making 63 which is divisible by three, making 21, which is divisible by three, making 7 (which isn’t, because it’s a prime number)
Now my sister and I grew up mainly in a house which was number 138 which is divisible by two and then by three but that is less interesting really
Except that as you know I’m very struck with coincidences. So while I am unlikely to shell out any dosh on the recent releases in the (apparently) new genre known as ‘Dad Rock’ by let’s say Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Donovan, Neil Young, the Who, Queen, Genesis etc etc, one old bloke has a new album on the way with precisely 138 tracks on it. I take this as a sign.
I gather it’s about £100 for the CD box set or about £75 for the vinyl and it’s out next week – that’s in time for JR’s Christmas present. He will of course already have seven bootleg versions of this bootleg and he will buy the official bootleg before Christmas but for Christmas he will get the limited edition North Korean import version.
Didn’t I say?