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27!!! How did that happen?

I am very well aware that age is just a number. I am also very aware that you are as young as you feel. I am also aware that the more saucy of you out there believe that you are as young as the man you feel - as this suits my needs most I think I will go with this line of thought for a while.

Now 27.

What do we know about 27?

Well the number itself is the number that follows 26 and precedes 28. Simple. Nothing too horrid there.
But the age, well that is a different story.
Now I am reaching the territory of  "Oh! Nearly 30!" -say this to me and I may kick you. Be warned.
And let's not forget "So! Will we be getting a big day out of you soon? You're pushing on!" - again, say it at your peril.
But surely there has to be something MEGA that came out of this dismal number.
So I went exploring.
And at first the results weren't exactly heartwarming. 

I learned that these people died aged 27.





 
That really wasn't a good start...
But then I remembered...
There is a song I really like by the band Biffy Clyro called... you guessed it! 27
And in Bingo
 the number 27 is called GATEWAY TO HEAVEN

There are other cool facts too...

There are 27 moons that orbit Uranus
There are 27 letters in the Hebrew alphabet

So does anyone have any cool facts about 27?
I would love to know them.



Comments

  1. AisApril 6, 2011 at 11:14 PM

    If you were a shape, or just a geometry nut I'd call you an icosikaiheptagon! :)

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  2. LouiseApril 6, 2011 at 11:21 PM

    Oh that is a mega word! Icosikaiheptagon! cool!

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  3. BreigeApril 6, 2011 at 11:22 PM

    27 is a perfect cube! 3 x 3 x 3

    Also, 27 cubed (so 27 x 27 x 27) is 19,683. 1 + 9 + 6 + 8 + 3 = 27!

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