…have a lot in common.

I was interested to read that David Beckham suffers from OCD and simply can not abide an odd number of lines cans of coke in his fridge

I have a similar obsession about cans of Grolsch in my fridge. 0, 2, 4, 8 but never 1, 3, 5, 6 or 7. If we ever get an odd number, I simply drink ’em scold the offenders soundly and banish them to the cupboard (where odd numbers only are allowed).

Similarly, rounds in the pub simply must be equalized by close of drinking otherwise I come out in an angry, red rash.

I also must practice free kicks and penalties for 7 hours a day until I actually score one before I go home for my tea. So when England exit the World Cup on penalties in the quarter finals (again), it certainly won’t be my fault.

If the hoovering is not done, then I immediately summon my army of maids to do it before I can even contemplate sitting down for my tea with Posh and the kids.

Now, did I put the gerbils out ?