You probly had the feeling all along. It certainly got worse as that evil shit of a year wound itself up, but if only to stop us giving up at midnight those twelve dreadful months ago, they didn't dare tell us til now that 2016 had the mark of The Beast all over it.
Or we were simply too stupid to work it out.
I'm neither superstitious nor a follower of foolishness like numerology, but these patterns are fascinating. Big thanks to inventor and author Cliff Pickover and formidable mathematician Inder Jeet Taneja for doing these numbers.
Saturn Devouring His Son, Francesco de Goya (1819-1823) Museo del Padro, Madrid.
2016 also used a lot of third powers, into which I'm sure you'll read what you wish.
2017, meanwhile, is another number again. It's a prime prime.
So in 2017, let's hope everybody can get a turn at being THE ONE.
That'll be the very one that gets us out of 2016. Never leave that spot vacant.
Step right up folks!
Thankyou for following the DRINKSTER through a very tricky time. I'll tell you about it some day.
People who can read proper sentences with commas and punctuation and stuff are becoming very scarce, so I value every one of you.
Happy new year! Have a wee whaanious dram or ten. Ka-chink!