I was down at bingo last Monday with my friend, Jim the Psychic. Jim claims to all who will heed that he is 97 and survived World War II, life as a soldier of fortune, five marriages, three children, the summer of love, two Beatles tours as a roadie, 19,735 doughnuts to which he is addicted and a tour in The Falklands when in his 60s. Not necessarily in that order.

Jim is a very interesting guy. Jim loves the Premiership. Jim never loses at bingo. He always sits at the seat with the very best bingo card. He is a phenomenon, so I like to hang out and talk football and see who he says might win a game or two. Sometimes he messes me about but not so much that I can't make a healthy profit at the bookies.

So we got around to the coming weekend and old Jim had some interesting things to say. He sees, of all things, Tottenham turning over Chelsea at Stamford Bridge which, on paper, seems highly unlikely. The only other home teams he sees losing are Portsmouth (to Manchester United) and Reading (to Liverpool). Other than that, he reckons all the home teams are good for at least a point this weekend.

But the Chelsea v Tottenham match? I am never sure when the man is pulling my leg or not. Before I could push him any further on the subject he shouted "BINGO!" and went off to chase after Maggie who (apparently) at 85, with her own hips and teeth, is a real catch.

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