It was an emotional day at Arsenal yesterday, as the club unveiled three statues to celebrate the heroes of the club's 125th birthday. Former manager Herbert Chapman, club cuptain Tony Adams and record goalscorer Thierry Henry were honoured, and Henry made an emotional speech to mark the occasion, tears in his eyes as he described [.

It's not every day you turn 125. And let's face it, there aren't many who can claim to be such an age. Arsenal Football Club, some man in Japan who has lived off a diet of fresh fish and roadside herbs for his entire life, and Joan Rivers.

We'll return to that landmark for the club in a little while but first we'll turn attention to the game today against Everton.

Morning to you from the vaguely more familiar surroundings of Arseblog Towers. A reasonable night's sleep is a nice thing. And it just goes to show what an undemanding person I am. A great night's sleep is not necessary, I don't want a spectacular night's sleep, just a middle of the road, perfectly all right one.

Last week, this column rather took on the personality of a stranger hugging, gurning young gadabout; imploring all fellow dance floor dwellers to "let the beat take you higher, man." With two rather lukewarm results since that mini era of jaw flapping euphoria, it's fair to say this week has been something of a comedown.

Apparently, and I take this information from my Twitter feed (confident in the fact that Twitter has never, ever been wrong about anything), today is the 125th birthday of Arsenal Football Club.

Was it on this very day somebody said 'Let's make a football team and let's call it Dial Square' before somebody not too shortly afterwards said, 'Dial Square is a terrible name for anything, let alone a football club.