27. Sounds so innocent, doesn't it? But it sends shivers down my spine, because the number 27 follows me everywhere. Consider the evidence:
- I was born on 27th June (put it in your diaries people)
- I grew up at 27 Ingrams Close
- My staff number when I was temping contained 27
- My staff number at Queen Charlotte's contained 27
- My staff number here at Sunshine Village contains 27
- My ski locker here at Sunshine, to which I was randomly allocated, is number 27
- My flat in Weybridge is number 72 (stretching it slightly?)
- 27 was by far my favourite age (stretching it quite a lot?)
Now the most scary one:
- When we went to bingo the other night, of the six boards I selected totally at random, all six of them contained the number 27.
What can it all mean?
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