New Year ... Mwah

Well that's another year dusted down, and filed away. It seems to have shot by. I can remember last years New Years bash, I can remember my birthday in April, I can remember that we had no summer to write home about. Yep another year, maybe not another year wiser ... and I would say it gets scarier.

On the football front it's been quite strange. We are more or less in the same position we were last year, minus one quality player ... well two actually, but the boys that have come in are starting to show a bit of quality. Yep Dandy Murphy drove me to the brink, but he's slowly winning me round. Romms is just that ... Romms. You know what you are getting, so just let him get on with it. The EL K well what can you say. A great bit of business, and it goes to show that you don't have to break the bank. There you go Jerome ... a happy New Year to you fella.

I've been thinking of New Years resolutions. But it's just a cop out. I don't smoke, drink or make whooopy. I go to the gym and my body is a temple. I am happy go lucky, don't moan, whinge or get overly offended ... I love my neighbour ... so I'm not sure how I can improve. So there's my conundrum!!!

I'm still a bit concerned about the boys in Thailand. I have been told they are ok, but the more you read and see the more you worry. I had a call from Deniz in Brazil asking if Timbo was ok. I had to just tell them that no new is good news and work it from there. It's all a bit surreal.

I think my New Years resolution has got to be to condense down on the tat I've got in my flat. I have so much old sh*t that I need to clear out. So I think the plan has got to be to sort it all out.

I was thinking I could try to be like everyone else and list my favourite things in 2004. Like my fav album, film, book ... but come on. How predictable is that?

Anyway, I hope 2004 wasn't too bad for you and that 2005 brings a bit more joy to you and yours. Have a great New Year everybody ...

My tune of the day: At midnight - T Connection

Passion vs Ability ...

I'm just listening to Talk Sport, not the cricket but a discussion about going to watch quality football in relation against passionate football. They've just mentioned someone who was a Charlton supporter for many years who now goes to watch Barnet, as he says they show more passion. Well as a watcher of non-league football for many years I would like to say that is bull. It's generally a clogging style of football, ball in the air ... no guile, no creativity ... you get the picture.

I went down Yates with some of the boys last night to watch the Arse game. How funny was the whole spectacle? The Ashley Cole handball, the moaning Newcastle fans ... the fact that Lee Bowyer will never play for England. I'm just hoping that the Arse have played all their trump cards before this Saturday.

I've decided against changing the format of this page. What I will try to do is put more pictures up, integrate a few links ... you get the picture.

It's just dawned on me that it's the year 2005 in a few days. Blimey ...

My tune of the day: Fantasy - Earth Wind and Fire

Over and out ...

Well that's done and dusted, figgy pudding, cranberry sauce and 3 points against the Scousers. It was an interesting game, livened up by Big Bad Dunc who just lost the plot.

On another point a couple of the boys are over in Thailand at the moment. Tim, Ginge, Craig and Debs. The word is that they are okay ... but it can't be the best time to be over there. We're thinking of you ...

I had a good trip up North on Boxing Day, with Wendal, Big Dave and Dudley. It was an interesting trip, that included the giving of christmas presents, the drinking of large amounts of bubbles and wandering around the club in a black Brazil kit and cowboy boots. I can carry it off ... you know that.

I'm trying to work out how I can jazz this page up in the new year, so I'm open to suggestions. You know how to contact me ... come on Kev let me know.

I'm the only one in the office at the moment. Unbelievable ...

My tune of the day: A better world - Ageha Anthem

How big should a tree be ???

Christmas ... bah, humbug !!!!

No, not me ... I finally got into the Christmas spirit last night. A good night over in Plaistow, with homemade sausage rolls, figgy pudding and Nat King Cole. I finally left at gone 2:30 and sung a few carols on nthe way home.

Christmas has arrived ...

I've been thinking that it's nearly a year since I started this and it's been quite enjoyable. But I was also contemplating a change in direction to how I'd write, how I'd present my ramblings and maybe the design. But sod it, if it ain't broke don't fix it. I'll have to see ... I don't want to get to Daily Mail on you ... ya get me.

Isn't it funny when people suddenly disappear. There's a mate who says he'll lend me his car to go and pick up my Mum, but have I been able to get hold of him for the last few days. Yeah right ... believe ...


I can't remember the last time I didn't go to footie on Boxing Day. But it's been yera since we had a match as far away as Southampton. It's just a pain to get to ... I remember the West Ham debacle, Southend ... Fulham and Chelsea and Palarse at home. So I'll have to be contented with trying to listen to the match on the net and watching Reading v Watford on Sky. Great call eh ...

Well ... I've got to go find some Cranberry sauce so I'll hook up with you all a bit later ...

My tune of the day: You're the best - Arnold Jarvis

Donald where's your trousers ...

Well it's a countdown all the way to a stuffed turkey. I'm still not feeling it.

Anyway I arrived home to find a letter sent from up North. It contained a picture of me and a babe at the last Southport. I would have to say I do look good in photos, I am as they say "buff". I may have to scan it in and let you all have a look.

So it would seem the Charlton Athletic Christmas party went off without any problems. Having seen refernce to the UManU party, the Man City party, the Arse and WBA parties in the paper over the last few days it's not because of trying. So should we be led to believe that the Charlton boys are wet blankets ... or maybe people aren't interested in reading that JJ got pished etc, etc.

I've just realised that I haven't bought any food for the festive season. Which isn't such a bad thing as I'm going over to my bros in Brook Green, but I will need brekkie on Boxing Day. I may be eating Terrys Chocolaye Orange then ... but don't tell Terry.

I'm still having difficulty trying to work out if the tubes are running on Boxing day. I have to get to Heathrow so it may be DLR to Canary Wharf, tube to Green Park then onto Heathrow. But I'm not sure what's running yet ... and the TfL site is about as much help as ... well you know the proverbial Chocolate teapot.

I watched the Strictly Come Dancing Chrimbo special last night. Oh how funny was that. It's actually a quality programme and has me thinking about taking up Ballroom Dancing. Now to find a partner ...

My tune of the day: Peanut butter - Gwen Guthrie

Three days and counting ...

Is it me or is the buildup always a lead to a big let down. Yeah, okay I'm not 7 anymore so Chrimbo just isn't the same. It's a shame because I really want to be in somesort of festive mood. I haven't even been to that many Christmas Parties ... maybe my network of friends is slowly diminishing. Party and push it ... yeah right.

Well the dust has settled from the win over Fulham and there are still knockers and disbelievers out there. So according to some Shaun Bartlett wasn't or isn't up to it, Francis Jeffers was put off by Jason Euells lunge for the ball and Radostan Kishishev has a crap haircut. All maybe valid points apart from the haircut. What's it got to do with Mr Suburbia how Kish has his hair? Get over yourselves ... move along, we are in seventh heaven ... so have a happy christmas.

I think today may well be my last trip to the gym for a week or so. One last LBT (Legs, bums and tums) and then I can have a blow. The only problem with that is come the new year the gym is packed with all those New Years resolution muppets who don't know what they are doing, clog up the machines ... then leave after a month.

For what it's worth I like Rads haircut ... but JJ's is another point entirely.

I sat down and watched Coffy on dvd last night. A great 70's blaxploitation film starring Pam Grier. I've actually watched it a few times and it's a fairly basic story but enjoyable. Especially the food fight section ... you know you want to get it out.

I can't go any further without mentioning the cricket. I think that what England have achieved over the last 2 years is remarkable and I say long may it continue.

My tune of the day: Down here in hell (with you) - Van Hunt

Feed the ELK ... and he will score ...

We sang as Mr El Karkouri rose to nod home Dandy Murphys freekick. Well me and James did ... it was just on eof those nights. A rather quiet start ended up with Dandy having his best game, that I've seen, Jerome taking the absolute michael out of Rosenior (Does anyone remember when his dad played for us? Pigeon steps was his name ...) the Kish becoming more like the terminator with every haircut and the team storming up to seventh in the table. Well I'm not going to get carried away, but it was a pleasing sight to actually see some football being played and us not being given the run around. It's been a funny season, but it could have been a lot worst ... a lot worst. We may have just re-signed Parker ... now don't all laugh will you.

I think it's about time I looked at my broadband connection. I have been with aol for a number of years and their service hasn't really improved. Given that I'm also paying quite a lot of money, I ask myself for what? So maybe that's what I need to do as my New Years resolution. Actually look at what I'm paying money for and what I'm not using.

I've just realised that Christmas is only a few days away!!!! I've not really done a lot of shopping so I'd better get my skates on. What to get people, that's the problem ...

My tune of the day: The Christmas Song (version 1) - James Brown

It's a Scottish thing ...

So there I am in the small shop round the corner. A bottle of Lucozade and a bag of crisps. It's only 80 pence but I've just pulled out a Scottish fiver. I might have well have taken a dump in the middle of the shop. No, no ... and a double no. He wasn't going to take it. I stand there looking at him, saying it's Scottish and it's real. He's not having any of it. So after a 10 minute stand off, I've convinced him that it's genuine and if his boss has a problem I'll see him next time I'm in. Given that I'm in there everyday it's a sad moment. So it got me to thinking, why do we have Scottish banknotes? Why are they valid if England? Why do most people not want to accept them? All this on a Monday morning ... roll on the Fulham.

It's been another strange weekend. No football to speak of, lots of drinking, food ... and very little sleep. So all good in other words.

This was the weekend that Chris Powell finally left the ship and sailed through the Blackwell Tunnel to Wet Spam. The first Charlton player in my lifetime to get picked for an England Squad and to actually play. I remember that I was in Scotland, just outside Hamilton when the news of Chrissys inclussion came through. There were text messages flying around everywhere and it was a proud moment to think that one of ours had been picked to represent England. And as much as Southend and Derby want him, I do mean one of our own. Chrissy what a man, what a legend. Oh, and I won't mention that World Cup suit.

So what's all this about Jimmi Harkishin? You know Dev out of Corrie. At what point do you get filmed taking a line? Given that you're on the telly!!! Smile Jimmi ... you're on Candid Camera.

It's footie tonight. We're home to Fulham. I seem to remember they always turn us over. I won't be holding my breathe. It's a cold Monday night, on the telly ... just before Christmas ... need 3 points.

My tune of the day: Santa Claus go straight to the Ghetto - James Brown

Mistletoe and wine ...

So we had our Office Chrimbo party last night. A nice Thai meal and loads of Greygoose Vodka. Nothing much else to report really. It's was more of a small intimate doo really .. interupted by the odd Rock ballard of the dance floor!!!

Luckily it's another footballless weekend, we're not playing 'til Monday, live on Sky ... woooo ... that means I may be able to get some shopping done, but I'm not counting on it ...

I haven't mentioned the fact that James Brown ... the MoFO Godfather of the Good Groove, the Guvnor, the Hardest working man in showbiz has been recovering from cancer. Mr Brown is 71 years old and is still touring and for all us soul heads out there is the one. I'm going to go and listen to some James right now.

Oh I'm in the process of compiling an electronic christmas card at work, and I'm reading that there's a new virus out there that disguisses itself as exactly that. Jeeez ... how hard is my job????

I am thinking about going to do a spin class. But I think I may go and have a steam and a sunbed instead ... it's got to make more sense ... I've just realised I'm feeling a tad delicate.

I'm feeling a purple pringle jumper at the moment ... Why I'm not sure ...!!!!

My tune of that day: Holding you, Loving you - Don Blackman

Destroyed by the Woman he loves ....

So there we have it, the truth about Kev. He had to move to Sweden to escape the wrath of the woman he loved. It mirrors someone else in the news at the moment ... but his name escapes me.

So that's the end of the road for one Richie Benaud. The ECB have sold all cricket TV rights to Sky. So after 40 years of cricket commentry Richie will be packed off back to Australia, leaving us Nasser Hussain and David Gower. Now what ever you think about cricket it is a truely national gane and should be available to the masses on terrestrial TV. But Sky have given highlights to Channel 5, and would you believe it that only 80 per cent of the UK public have access to Channel 5. So there you have it ... the end as we know it ... everything is about money. Oh well ... here's ato a good Ashes series next summer.

I've just been looking through the Metro and they have a little piece on would you pass the Britishness test. It's a handbook detailing what immigrants should know about Britain. Hang on, I'm English ... not British. Well in fact I'm a Londoner but that's digging it a bit too far. One of the questions is "In what years were the Welsh Assembly and Scottish Parliament inaugurated? Well my answer would be who cares!!!! Another question is "If you spill a stranger's drink in a pub by accident, what would you do " ... "Sneak off, Say it was their fault, or buy them another drink." Well ... blow me ... that's unbelievable ... absolutely unbelievable.

Anyway ... just off to get the boat ...

My tune of the day: Revival - Martine Girault

Or these lovely roguish ... Cowboy boots ...

Well it's either these clumpy, cloppy BASE shoes ...

It's Christmas time ...

Well it's the season of goodwill to all men ... but it seems to have passed Robbie Savage by. The pictures of him trying to gouge Olof Mellbergs eye is disturbing in the least. Especially after hiw words after Sundays game, dedicating the victory to the Swede.

Oh and our Kelly is in the paper this morning telling us her heart lies in North London, with the Arse ... but had been down Charlton to show off the medals as a favour for a few friends. So there you have it ... I wonder what she did with that Charlton shirt she was handed ...???

Oh and Jason Euell has started the old quit threat stuff. Jase the ace has not played since September and is now a bit pished off. Given that he has been the top scorer for the last 3 seasons he has got a point. It's got to be a toss up between Jase and Radostin but it's down to Curbs. He picks the team and given that Jase is on a shed load of money I don't get what his problem is. Jase get over it ...

On another issue the Tube workers have decided to strike on Christmas Eve and New Years Eve. Hmmm ... is what I say. Does this mirror the Train drivers that striked recently to attend a Christmas Party. Or as they report that the ASLEF drivers want the same deal as the RMT drivers who recently got a 35 hour week and 52 days holiday. Silly me, given that the ASLEF lot just recently settled on a deal for 43 days leave they now want to go back to the table. Work that one out ... I've signed a new improved contract but I want to forget about it because my mate negotiated a better deal. Schucks ...

Looking through the Metro ther's a little piece on how to read the vibes if someone fancies you at the Christmas Party. It says if a bloke fancies a gal he will

"Stroke his beard" ... "Start touching other men" - thats more about back-slapping and arm-punching ... "Make space -maximising movements" ...

Well there you have it. Thats where I've been going wrong!!! I should have listened to Kev all the time ...

It's ahircut time tomorrow ... and I'm still undecided!!! An 80's flick or curly perm ...

My tune of the day: Peppermint Candy - Chocolate Girl

It's a spiritual thing ...

So there we have it. Big Ron and the programme on why he said what he said. It brings about a lot of debate, but can be summed up in two sentances from the programme.

"When I was a lad, we used to call them (THEM????? ) 'Darkies' not the N word"

and the one about Ronald Reagan when the chap said ...

"Ronald said when he was growing up America didn't have race issues, that was unless you where black."

It's quite an eye opener. Well it is for me anyway having grown up in a predominantly white area through the 80's and having seen the perceptions of black people, white people, cultures and everything that goes with it. Personally I don't see the problem, although some people have a problem with me ... but hey they'll get over it.

I do like Darcus Howe ... although he grates on a lot of people.

The Youth team got beaten in the FA Youth Cup last night. 1-0 in extra time. A bit of a shame given the high profile the lads have been getting over the last few months, but maybe they are not as good as we are led to believe.

I had a fairly uneventful journey to work today. I was listening to a Paul "Trouble" Anderson mix and had a smile on my face most of the way. I quite like it when I'm left to nod my head on the train. I do get some weird stares though ... but I say WTF.

My tune of the day: In love with a thug - Snoop Dog

Who needs an agent ... ??

Right, I've just been reading the Sky Sports website and came across n interseting article. It's about Chris Powell and his ongoing transfer to West Ham. In it his agent gets quoted. His agent being one Tony Finnigan, who I used to play 5 a side with a few years back and has played for Palarse in his time.

It seems that Chrissy has snubbed the deal as he is not happy with the wages being put forward by the East London, Championship club.

Powell's agent Tony Finnigan insists the left back is prepared to take a pay cut to join West Ham but is holding out for a satisfactory deal.

"If you pay peanuts you get monkeys," said Finnigan.

"Powell's played for England and he's coming from Charlton, not Northampton.

Now how funny is this? You pay peanuts you get, er Darren Powell, Gavin Willaims, Teddy Sherringham. Now I wonder if Paulo would like to go back there ??

Arise Queen Kelly ...

Well she won it. The BBC Sports Personality of the Year that is. But then again who else was in the running. Paula, Freddy, Frankie, Ben or Ronnie. There you go, not a very inspiring list, but hey.

So Britains Heavyweight hope Danny Williams took a hell of a battering. He hung on for 8 rounds but really never looked like stepping up to the plate. It really goes to show how bad Mike Tyson has become, and how one win however deserved, however lucky can put you in a place you don't want to be.

Talking of places I don't want to be, it was at 5 o'clock on Saturday standing at one end of Portobelo Road that I wapped the Charlton score and cheered as it came up with a 1-0 win. The days of me either going to the game or trying to find the score at 3:05 have long gone. It's a shame but I think I have finally grown up. Saying that, I did sit down to watch the 50 minutes highlights on Sky on Saturday night. I have to take my hat off to Danny Murphy. I've not been his greatest fan but all our play did seem to come through him, or that's what the TV showed, and Bartletts miss wasn't as bad as everyone has made out. You have to be there to miss'em ... don't you Mr Owen.

Anyway another 1-0 away win, after we beat Chrystal Palarse last week. I'm not sure if I mentioned it? We are up to 8th place and it's all quite surreal. We haven't been playing that well, but we are now above Bolton and are hot on Liverpools heels.

I can't go on without mentioning the X-factor thing. Good old Steve got slated by Sharon Osbourne and ended up winning. Well he's got an average voice for an average joe, but the X-FACTOR he ain't. They're also trying to say he's a bit of a heartthrob, hmmm ... well if that's the case I appologies to Batnie for doubting your looks. And no I'm not looking for a lift to Soton on Boxing Day, so you're okay there Bern.

I haven't had a moan about commuting for some time. But I think I've reached a point where every day there's something that happens that pishes me off. From Mr Base Shoes Man treading on my delicate feet, through to Mrs I ate all the pies breaking wind. Now they are rejigging the timetables, and not allowing you to book tickets through the Christmas period. Oh well ... let the train take the strain ...

My tune of the day: You dazzle me - Dazzle

The Xmas Party Guide ...

So now they are saying that you've got to ban mistletoe. Just in case you get sued for sexual harassement. Well, have you seen the state of some of these muppets. Mingers is too nice a word. They would be lucky if I waved a shitty stick at them let alone want to kiss them.

I would have to say good luck to Danny Williams in his attempt to win the Heavyweight crown on Saturday. It just goes to show what you can achieve if you put your mind to it. I was pleasantly surprised when Danny beat Mike Tyson, but I think this may just be a little step to far. Here's hoping I'm wrong.

I managed to get round to watching the end of I-Robot last night. I would say another good throw away film. If you get the chance watch it.

I'm starting my Christmas shopping tomorrow. It's going to be Portobello or Kings Road. I suppose it will depend on what mood I'm in. But then again I could say sod it and go to the Hawthorns ... no, I don't think I will.

My tune of the day: I love Music - The O'Jays

Saint Harry ...

Now how funny is that????? Harry Redknapp turning up at Saint Mary's little after a two week dash from down the road. If you saw the press conference with Harry and Milan Mandaric you will realise how funny this actually is. When Mandaric grabbed Harry round the neck when a reporter asked him about the Southampton job. Harry might as well stick two fingers up at Pompey and all that sail in her. I think that's a definate for a Sky Soccer Sunday.

I watched the end of the Liverpool match last night. Quite a thrilling ending, but I thought Andy Gray overstepped the mark a bit. He didn't do that on Sunday ...!!!!

I see the Sun have got another campaign up and running. It's called save our christmas. They are looking at turning back the tide of politically correct meddling. I would say this time I agree ... especially after listening to the Phil Spector Christmas Medlay this morning. I want some figgy pudding, and I want it now.

I tried to watch I-Robot last night, but it's a bit of a mistake trying to watch a film at gone midnight. I seem to remember about 15 minutes then the rest as they say ... is Zzzzzzzz ...

My tune of the day: Never again - Kathy Brown

Feed me now ...

It's only just over 2 weeks til Christmas, and I just haven't got the spirit. Well I've got some Havana Club and some brandy but not the Chrimbo spirit. I thought I may put my tree up tonight, but I'm still feeling that it's a bit early. I can remember doing it last year. It can't be a year since it went up, it can't be ... no I won't believe it ... did I do a Christmas thing in July?

Putting Christmas aside its about 3 weeks from the year 2005. That's half way through this decade. Blimey I remember the Millenium, spending time in Italy, drinking a toast as the clock hit 12. Five years ago ... I'm sure I've missed out on something here.

I took a look at some of The Palarse discussion boards, what with us having beaten them on Sunday. I'm not sure if I have mentioned that? And one by one the discussions turn out a little left field. They are currently moaning that the Forth official held up 2 minutes injury time and Charlton scored at the 2 minute 12 second mark. See for yourself ... http://forums.cpfc.org/showthread.php?s=a321e232df0f2398a026003669bd7804&threadid=96559&perpage=25&pagenumber=1

I see that Welling took one hell of a beating last night. It seems that the mini revival is over and Paul Parker is back under the spotlight. Luckily my £9 stayed in my pocket, and that's where it's staying.

Right ... I've got to start my Christmas shopping this weekend. But I need to get my list sorted, and it's just dawned on me that it's my Mum's birthday this Sunday. I better get my finger out.

I just sold those cowboy boots that I bought on ebay. They didn't fit, and I lost a fiver on the price. Cowboy boots, I ask you ... at what point would I look good in them. Don't answer that !!!

My tune of the day: The little drummer boy - Johnny Cash

Yadda, yadda ....

So I sign into my email and realise that I have been hacked. They've used my account to send hundreds of unsolicited emails to every person on aol with names that begin with A and B. From Aaron Aardvark through to Bernie Batnee. Jeeeez ... why can't people just leave me alone.

Things didn't go to plan yesterday. I'm used to it really, so I wasn't surprised ... but hey. At least I don't support Palarse.

I'm reading the paper and Louis Walsh says that Steve looks like Fred West. Great call Louis!!! Maybe you want to look in the mirror.

A shout out to Mush who reminded me what I should be doing ... and put me in the right direction ... quality.

My tune of the day: Funky People -Blaze

Simon Jordan , Ian Dowie , Raymond Bloye, Artur Waite , Nooky the bear , Joe Brand , Kid Jensen , Bert Head , any body from Shirley or Coulsdon, Vince Hilaire, Malcolm Allison, Fiona Richmond , makers of large Baths, John Fryer ... you sellout , Budgie Byrne , Steve Kember , Surrey Street Market , Sinatra's in Croydon , Dennis in the last minute.

It's a strange game and ting ...

Well as the forth official held the board up showing 2 extra minutes, I think we thought we had got out of jail. El Kark had conceded a penalty that definitely was but Deano had made the save and we had played our get out of jail free card. Having listened to Dowie et al moan about Dean being a few feet off of his line you have to laugh. If this is all he can come up with then the world is a changing place. Yep Deano was a few feet off his line, but what a save, and to you Mr Dowie, Mr Invincible (sic!!!!) ... siddddannnnnnn and shut up. When Dennis picked up the ball and cut inside I looked at Mr Mooney, he looked at me and we held our collective breaths. Bang and the ball was nestling in the back of the net. Cue the celebrations, the dancing around the room, the whooooping, as Mrs Mooney tried to calm us down by pointing at young Emily fast asleep on the setee. You'll wake her with all your noise she cried. "Get in there" was the reply as we settled back down to light up a celebratory cigar.

I was looking for stripy nigels at London Bridge this morning. But unfortunately there were none. Oh well, I'll see if I can find any on the way home.

On another note, I went to the Ministry on Saturday night. It was the first time there for a few years, I don't actually like the place if truth be told but I had a surprisingly good night. It was good to be out with the boys and girls again, having a boogie to "Trouble" who mashed it up with some proper Disco flavours.

Right now onwards and upwards ... I think I may have a full english ...

My tune of the day: Celebrate the world - Womack & Womack

I'm a celebrity ...

So they've voted out Huggy Bear. "Huggy Bear ..." I ask you, what's that all about? His name is Antonio Fargas, call him that!!! As if Fran Cosgrove is a celebrity. It's like putting Bern in there and calling it I'm a celibate get me out of 'ere ...

Talking of Bern, he's back in the world of blogs ... Bern's Blag

It's only been a couple of months Bats ... come on.

I've got to pop out at lunch time to get the boss a kilo of muscles. He's got a dinner party tomorrow and interviewing today. Oh the life I live.

It seems like they are letting Big Ron back on the box next week. He's in the paper today spouting that the public want him back. Yeah, I'm sure they do Ron. Oh and the old Spudz boss Martin Jol has offered an Olive branch to Palarse manager over the fact that he said Dowie was not fir enough to mend my shoelaces. He then comes out and says in Holland it has a different meaning. Yep it does in Sarf Landan as well Mart. Oh and talking about da Spudz, how funny was that Fredi Kanoute handball. Luckily our Martin has also forgiven Fredi ...

I'm going to have to do some Christmas shopping. It's a bleedin chore. Can I actually face Bluewater this saturday?? No sod that ...

My tune of the day: If I work my thing on you - Ann Sexton

Strange games and tings ...

So organise a Christmas party I am told. Typical, left to the last minute everythings booked. I did it last year in early November, it all went off a treat. But I've been away for most of Nov so it got left. My fault, typical though ...

I spent last night not waiting for a phone call, but watching the UManU/ Arsenal kids and stiffs. It was quite a good game ... and I kid you not that they would give our first team lot a good run around. The nearer Sunday comes the more I'm dreading it. They're now advertising it on Sky, so there's no escaping.

I must check the Charlton website about 5/6 times a day. Mostly out of habit but sometimes it's quite reassuringly funny. Well they've recently put up an article about the proposed ground development. This was then followed a few days later by news that Premier League attendances are falling. All very leftfield in my book, but what do I know. I actually laughed when reading All Quiet when the Inspector said that they can bus people in from Thanet but can't put on a bus from the Dome where there is extensive parking facilities.

News from the Metro is that 3G phones are not worth the money. Hmmm ... they say that the network is too limited, agreed, the problem is bad away from towns and cities, agreed, and the cost is about £160 a phone, HELLO!!! Well I got my "3" phone free and a 12 month deal for 750 minutes a month for £17.50. Work that one out ...

My tune of the day: Time 2 Say - D'Nell

Blogger, blogger ... blogger

Well I haven't been experiencing any problems with Blogger. Not like quite a few other people including All quiet. What's all the trouble I was asking myself? Until I tried to log on this morning. Error it told me ... and continued to tell me until about 10 minutes ago.

Oh well ... there she blows.

It's been one of those days. The first of December.Twenty five days before Christmas, four days before the twelth anniversary of the return to the Valley. Oh how time flies!!! It's been the coldest day for me so far. Bloody freezing. But it is winter. I need some warming up. I think that sort of thing gets me into trouble.

There's not a lot of Charlton activity today, apart from us being linked with the leading goalscorer in Argentina. Yeah right. I can see it now. Some poor sod from Bueros Aires who usually strolls round, scoring all his teams goals coming to the Valley. Being asked to track back, defend at corners ... travel 13 hours for internationals. Yea right, you get me. We'd be better off going to get Dean Ashton.

The boy Mooney is going to a fancy dress party tonight. The theme is Madonna. So you've guessed it, no tweed for him ... NO. A curly wig, a fat belly, a pile of coke and a Bocca Juniors top. Work that one out yourself.

Oh and my ironing fest was remarkable last night. About three hours of creases.

My tune of the day: People make the world go round - Carl Craig

After the Lord Mayors show ...

Well the dust has settled but I'm still smarting from Saturdays match. A complete lack of direction is what I'm now feeling. But it was summed up in an email to the CAFC list by Richard Hunt. It actually captures most of what I was feeling, and I hope he doesn't mind if I reprint it here. I'm not going to try and pass the thoughts off as mine, but it's definately how I was feeling ...

" After 72 hours ... to recover from travelling all that way to see such a mauling, (Richard travels from the Czech Republic) I am more than ever convinced that we should seriously try to get Parker back.

When I compare Saturday to last Boxing Day the difference was that then we had three Charlton players who took to the field believing they were every bit as good as the Chelsea players: Parker, di Canio and Jensen. Those three inspired the rest. On Saturday I didnt see that from anyone (with the exception of the Elk in the first half, and Thomas before he was clattered by Terry, in a challenge every bit as bad as Koncheskys red card job against Chelsea two years ago ). Steve Brown said afterwards on GLR that after the third goal "the body language was dreadful". Danny Murphy is a good player whose confidence is shot to pieces. Matt Holland does a lot of good work that we rarely notice, but as somebody mentioned to me on Saturday, his nickname at Ipswich was Mr CleanShorts, and his disciplinary record is almost too good for a central midfielder. Parker got his shorts dirty, and drove at the Chelsea defence too. Neither Holland nor Murphy managed that at all.
We were noted for being the team that respected nobody and had a go at all. We have completely lost that. Somebody mentioned that we were in their faces for ten minutes. Were we hell. It took more than a minute before we even touched the ball. We lost that kind of self belief the moment we lost Parker. Of the new signings, what Murphy, Jeffers, Rommedahl and Hughes have in common is that none of them seem to believe they deserve a place in a top Premiership starting line up. In Hughes case, he is probably right, with the other three, I don't know.
Rommedahl did some deeply unimpressive things when he came on, but he also set off on a run which everyone else just stood still and admired.

We seem to have no idea what to do with him, what formation he fits into. That cannot be all his fault."

There you go. There's no point in dwelling on that ONE match but it did show the general direction we have gone in a year. Well in a little bit less than a year to be honest and it's not good.

I finally got the car jump started last night. If I was a car I wouldn't start on cold nights either. And I nearly got in and embarked on a 3 hour journey. I say nearly ... I mean nearly but I think I would have got in trouble.

I'm planning on doing about 3 hours of ironing tonight. The pile is getting bigger and bigger ... Oh I do live on the edge.

My tune of the day: Till I found U - Jasper Street Co

Party pics ...

Right I said that I would put them up on the site and I have. Now if they can view them in Brazil they'll hold another party. It was Isabelas 10th birthday party, and it rocked, as good as any tenth birthday party could.

Carla, Priscilla, Larissa, Isabela, Karinhe, Julliana, Anna ...

My guess is as good as yours ...

Priscilla, Larissa, Veeto, Karinhe, Julliana, Jason, Carla, Johhny, Marriana, Vitoria, Feeama, Anna, Fatima, Edson and Tom ... in no particular order

Run Wabbitt ...

So the Run London 10km run has come and gone. I got as far as moving off of the setee, holding up the illuminated top so see if it glowed and then lying back down. Sod that I though ...

So shall I talk about Charlton? Shall I try to be as optimistic as I was on Friday? Should I try to work out what Danny Murphy's role in the team is? Should I bollox ...

Yes, yes ... Charlton weren't good, Chelsea were ... but I could always say that Charlton would play with a bit of passion, even if they couldn't string three passes together. Passion never reared it's ugly head on Saturday. Forgive me if I'm wrong but I've seen some pretty dire Charlton performances over the years. This wasn't one of them but when you add up the collective wages/money paid for the individual against the team output must come right at the top for worst performances. The programme, whoops matchday magazine has been doing a top ten performance list match on match and on Saturday reminded us of the 4-3 victory at Villa back in 99, when Brown-eye went in goal and Dandy Mills scored that winner with a minute to go. That was the match when I was dressed as a Pearly King and Tim Chick buggered up his knee. Anyway what would we have given for that team performance on Saturday. Mark Kinsella in midfield, Clive Mendonca up front. What we got was Danny Murphy strolling around in the middle of the park, refusing to run or close down his man and Shaun Bartlett so isolated up front it wasn't funny. Yes, match report after match report tells us how good Chels were, even AQITES tell us how Chel will win the league, but what I don't get is how people have had the audacity to question Jason Euells ability, commitment when Murphy is still in the team. I say get him out now, I'll actually volunteer to drive his back up North, as long as he keeps his mouth shut, put Euell in the centre of midfield, get Rommadhal playing of the wing, get Franny up with Bartlett and go find a decent, pacy centre half. Now that's not too hard is it. It's lucky that Norwich and West Brom are so bad, otherwise we may be in trouble. A forty thousand capacity stadium my ass.

I watched "A Day after tomorrow" yesterday. It was a great Sunday morning film, big sweeping special effects shots and a good, basic plot. If you're looking for an easy going film then this is the one. Or you could go and see the new Bridget Jones flick. It may even make you propose to your gal, or even a random gal. Go on you know you want to.

Well, I've definitely got the holiday blues at the moment. It's all too dark for me ... dark in the morning, dark at night ... what's that all about??? I need another break, okay maybe not a break, I just need to chill ...

I've decided not to go to Palarse on Sunday. I'm going to keep my £35 firmly in my pocket. I'm going to watch on Sky, shout at the inept performance, moan when we lose and then feel better that I'm not out of pocket.

I'm thinking of shaving off my hair. Zip it off and start again ... come on

My tune of the day: Shifting gears - Johhny Hammond

Sunny Delight ...

No not that pseudo-orange/ vegetable oil drink but outside. It's sunny. It's the first time I've seen the sun in months. Well not totally true, but in this country at least.

It's football tomorrow. I actually can't wait. To see Fortune get the run around from Gudjonson, and Kishishev from Lampard, what more would I want. I may have to wear my lucky pants. Hang on, I actually don't own a pair ...

I was meant to be doing that Run London 10km thingy on Sunday. I entered and then forgot about it. But it's just dawned on me how serious this thing is meant to be. I've done no actual training either ... which is fun, so I think I could run about 6-7km before I hit the wall. Then what??? Wabbling all around Bermondsey, not a pretty sight. So sod it. I think i'll stay in the warmth of my front room and watch the Liverpool/ Arse match.

The Southend gal ... well Shoeburyness really is pregnant. She's just told me. Congratulations I say, and I mean it, but that would be the 3 or 4th time wouldn't it?? But what do I know!!!!

I'm not sure if I have said congratulations to Graeme and Nicky on the birth of Tabitha. I know it was a bit hairy, but it would be if you had a monkey ... boom, boom. No, seriously congratulations, and isn't it about time Kev sowed his seed, just to prove he ain't a jaffa!!!!!

I'm still trying to download some of the Brasil pics, and waiting on a few multimedia messages to arrive so I can post the pictures. The ones of Isabellas tenth bithday party are quality.

My tune of the day: It's great to be here - Jackson 5

Preparing for the party ... and when I say party I mean party. Tom and myself rock in the kitchen ...  

Well I finally downlaoded a pic ... it's the view from my bedroom window in Vigigal. Note the Sheraton Hotel on the right hand side, thats where UManU stayed when they played in the World Club Championship a few years back ... 

Return of the Prodigal Son ...

Well, I'm back in work mode, seriously pished at the cold weather and looking forward to his return on Saturday. Whether he'll play or be on the bench god only knows, well that what Jose calls himself ... but who am I to argue.

Charlton v Chelsea is always a fixture I look forward to. I have a few Chels mates and it was always good putting them in their place. But what now? Now they have all the benjamins, the moolah, louies, rubles ... what now??? Well we have JJ and Kish, come on you know they can do it.

Before I left to go to Brazil I complained one last time to three about the shite phone I had. And would you believe it they changed they model. They gave me an LG thingy, that bleeps every time you do something. But it works. I was on the phone for about 45 mins last night and it didn't drop the call once. Well I lie, but I dropped the phone so that don't count. So if you need to complain do it long and hard. Keep on complaining because eventually you will get what you want.

I'm considering getting a cleaner. I just can't be bothered to do it myself. Is that a bit extravagant? The flat is a tip, and I just sit down and do nothing. At least if I had someone coming round to do it I might make an effort, I wouldn't want them thinking I was a lazy, helpless git would I!!!!

Oh an Welling United are off the bottom of the league. They've actually won a couple of matches, whooopeeee. But they did lose to Dartford in the Kent Cup, somethings never change.

I'm trying to download some more pics of the Brazil trip. But I'm not too sure how many peeps would want to see me thonged up on the beach. They are great shots though.

It's a month to go before Christmas. I was speaking to someone yesterday who had just put their decorations up. Is that a bit too soon? Isn't it a bit tacky to do that? I usually do it a couple of weeks before the day, and take them down just in the new year. Seems about right to me. But then again ... who am I to complain. Northerners eh ...

Come on Charlton ... we gotta take those Russians to the cleaners this week. Make him eat his giant truffle ... come on lets stuff it up em' ...

My tune of the day: Love's on time - Barbara Tucker

Now this is what you call a bar !!!! Can you spot the fridge ... ?

Back in blighty ....

Mengo v Fogo ... and Curbo thinks he's got it hard!!!!!

Well that's it. Nearly three weeks to debauchery finished. No email, no blogging, no racist chanting ... blimey, what's that all about. I can totally understand Ronnie Biggs. It's all a bit weird really. Having spent a quality weekend at Southport then rushing home to pack and setting of to Brasil. I didn't have time to think about a 13 hour flight, or how wasted I actually was, or who I might miss ... well there were certain people of course. But now I'm back and it all seems like a thousand years ago.

I was staying on the outskirts of Vigigal. One of the flavelas close to Leblon and Ipanema. We actually walked into Vigigal and the truck load of Police to have breakfast each morning and where able to stand out on the balcony most evenings trying to place where the sound of the bullets where coming from. But it wasn't that bad.

We, being Timbo ... eventually Mushy and myself Hic, stayed in the White House overlooking the Sheraton.

It's quite mad how fitness conscious the Brazilians actually are, compared to the fat sods that were on my train this morning ... but maybe my holiday blues have kicked in.

My tune of the day: Wild Fire - John Holt

I'm back

Touched down ... Brasil, quality ... I'll be back on tomorrow.

Peace, love ...

My tune of the day: Betcha' wouldn't hurt me - Quincy Jones

Av it ...

Live and direct from Leblon, Rio. Four nil to the Addicks and I´m avin it large ...

Oh the wonders of the net ...

My tune of the day: Anything you damn well want

From the frying pan to the fire ...

Well Southport is safely filed away. Some great moments, 650 badges handed out ... some drink drunk ... a win for the boys at da LANE ...

Now onwards to South America ...

I'll see you in a few weeks.

My tune of the day: We had a thing - Abstract Truth

It's grim oop North ....

This is the third time Ive trid to load this ... so sod it.

My tune of the da: Sweet Tears - Roy Ayres

Four more years ...

No, they haven't given JJ an extended contract ... thank fcuk ... it's the bush that won it. Come on we all love bush.

Just took possession of my new MP3 player by Creative ... and it does what it says on the tin. Loads of music, loads of music. I doubt whether I'll be able to listen to all of them anyway.

I'm in holiday mode ... so I may be back on later, keep logging on.

My tune of the day: Weekend - Phreek

Addicked to your love ...

So the Addicks have done the right thing and let Michael Turner sign for Brentford. Now the lad can concentrate on carving out a career for himself. But they are still up in arms, some of the mailing list lot. We've let one of our best young lads just walk away, how can we let him go when we need a centre half. Oh please, Michael Turner wasn't the answer to our problems ... so just let the lad get a good contract at a club that he may be able to make an impression at.

I think my days of flirting with the Sun are at an end. Yes, I know I should never have have bought it in the start, just for what they did re the Hillsborough stuff. But today I think has taken the biscuit. And for once I'm stumped for words. It's the old Stan Collymore story. Yes, we all know what Stan is about, but I just don't get the utter contempt the Sun and the public have for him. I just don't get it. They continually go on about him being a woman beater. Yep, we'll tick that one off ... then there's the dogger issue, but that's all about consenting adults surely, then we have the Ireland fight. So Stan has a book out, his publicists wants maximum exposure ... Yes, we get that as well. But why the utter hate? Gazza, whoops sorry G8 wrote about his serial victimisation of his wife and he is a cheeky chappy. Those that know, know ... but I just don't get it.

Yep, I'm up North this weekend. It will be nice to see some of the people ... they know who they are, you get no name checks here.

I invested in the Soul Heaven presents Jazzy Jeff "In the House" CD yesterday. Quality. Starting with Papa was a Rollin Stone through to I got Rhythm, this has had me dancing around the office all day. Go get yourself some ... you know it makes sense.

My tune of the day: Let's start the dance - Hamilton Bohannon

Swing low ...

It was always on the cards wasn't it. Stan "The Van" and the Bath Rugby players. All out on the pish in Dublin, all slagging each other off. Do we really want to know, do we really care? It's the age old football vs rugby thingamy. You know Rugby, remember ... England won the World Cup last year, but nothing since. It's in all the papers ... Colly bragging about his exual conquests with Kirsty Gallacher ... you would though, wouldn't you?

This getting dark in the evenings thing really takes the buscuit. I left work last night, it was dark, it was raining and I didn't have a smile on my face. In fact it does put you on a right downer. Well, I've shaken out all the cobwebs, brushed myself down ... and I'm looking good. I might even be going on holiday.

The young reserves drew with Pompey last night. Word is that although we looked accomplished we had no cutting edge. I have heard that somewhere before ... cutting edge, don't make me laugh. One of the Tottenham boys I know will be out of rehab for Saturdays game ... I was going to suggest I meet him in the pub, unfortunately I am up north ... shame eh!!!!

Talking of going up North. I found a pair of trousers/ Jeans in the cupboard that I had forgotten I had. Pink and black stripes ... which I'll wear with a pair of winkle pickers, but what can I wear up top? A black shirt maybe, tuxedo jacket ... I'm not too sure at the moment.

I turned on GMTV this morning ... (Yes, I know) they were having a telephone poll re who do you want to win the American elections ... Bush or Kerry. I did sit there scratching my head. So who would be phoning a premium telephone line to register their preference. Not half the fools I say on "Britains Hardest Village" on Sky One last night. They would have had trouble using a phone.

Does anyone work at BP? Does anyone want to work at BP?

My tune of the day: Latin Lover - Maters at Work

Hair today .....

The receptionist has said my new haircut makes me look younger ... ya boo sucks ...

Everything comes to those that wait ...

That's my advise to the old shot shy Spurs forwards with their game coming up this weekend.

A piece of advise, take a look at Page 3 of the Sun today. Now you would, wouldn't you!!!!

So Bill Curbishley listens to Talk Sport, and he even phones it up. Well he did last night, when he called up defending his bro. He was banging on about trying to contain his anger. Charlton don't deserve him. Have I missed something here. Yes Curbs paid for things on his own credit card 10 years ago, but he now has a multi million pound contract. I wouldn't mind some of that ... and I wouldn't put Kishishev in midfield.

It was nice to hear from the Boustani last night. It seems like she has gone through the ringer, put dancing will be on the agenda come the weekend, you'd better get those dancing feet in gear.

I spent Sunday afternoon watching 3 episodes of Roots. Remember Roots ... if you don't I suggest you go watch it. If you do, well go watch it again. It's an unbelievable story, and although most of it isn't true ... well so what.

So, did anyone spend Saturday night watching Strictly Come dancing/ ballroom. I had a call from my Mum yesterday asking who had been voted out. She then went on to say that there was a lack of TV programmes for the older viewer, and she didn't want to watch Sex, drugs and rock n'roll. Fair point I thought, as I switched over to Men and Motors.

My cowboy boots arrived. They don't fit. So there we have the perils of ebay. Does anyone fit a size 8.5? Bern? Kev?

My tune of the day: Get another love - Chantel Curtis

The deed is done ...

Whooosh as they say, I've only gone and had it cut. As my hair lay lying on the kitchen floor, I was ... well a bit tearful. It's only taken me a year to grow it. But it looks so much better ... well that's what da gal say ... !!!!

Just back from the Valley. Another defeat, I say another defeat but our first in the league at home this year. But I would say have Charlton ever gone away and bossed a game as much as Boro actually did. They are a good team, but we should have stuck it up 'em. Oh well ... at least I don't have to go to a match for 3 weeks ... oh what joy.

I'm still waiting on my Cowboy boots to turn up. That's the problem with the Royal Mail. It's just not reliable ... so three days later I'm still waiting. Roll on Monday.

Colin Montgomerie ranked 17 or 70th ... oh the wrong answer. I can't believe I'm watching Ant and Dec. Surely we weren't that bad?

My tune of the day: Let the beat hit 'em (part 2) - Lisa Lisa, Cult Jam and Full Force

One week and counting ...

Right, first up ... the club have announced that they are charging Chelsea £45 for the pleasure. How good is that? Forty five squids ... I might try and sell mine on ebay!!! That's a joke ... a joke right.

And poor old Brian Cole, he has been sacked by the club for making disparaging comments aimed at the Palarse supporters. He actually announced Palarse as "Palarse" and "them lot" but I was too busy shouting abuse to listen what he actually said. I'm just listening to Brian Coles web based Charlton radio show and some muppet interviewed in the Rose of Denmark before the Newcastle game said he wouldn't play Lisbie because he can't stand the guy. Quality, absolute quality ... can't stand the guy, yep I wouldn't play Shearer or Henry because I just don't get their sense of humour and I don't like the fact that they can't stand drum and base. I can't stand the guy. Whoooopy doooo ...

Well it's friday, and it's finally haircut day. I'm still between the devil and the deep blue sea. But I'm looking towards getting it cut off. Sod it.

It's 30 years since the famous Rumble in the Jungle fight. Thirty years. I can't remember watching it live, I'm only 27 you realise but I have watched the fight since and indeed the documentary, "When we were Kings." Now that was when boxing was boxing ...

I'm thinking of getting a new larger capacity MP3 player. I'm moving towards the 30GB Creative Zen, but hey I need your input. Any thoughts ... ?

My tune of the day: Ease your mind - Los Amigos Invisibles

And then there was none ...

Right ... back to normality!!!!

To quote the Charlton website ... "Charlton's dismal cup record continued as they were beaten by 10-man Crystal Palace. Goals either side of half-time by Dougie Freedman and Sandor Torghelle were enough to cancel out Hermann Hreidarsson's early opener, despite the visitors playing the last 20 minutes without Hungarian Torghelle.

To make matters worse, it was not even the Eagles' strongest side ..."

To make matters worse??? Make matters worse ... now you're having a laugh. Another seasons cup run down the swanny. I feel sorry for all the muppets that went to Grimsby. What was the point in that???

We were absolute abysmal. Totally inept, totally crap ... should I go on. Inspector Sands calls it Black Wednesday. Well it's been a black week, you were at Anfield ... come on, run with it. At some point this is meant to be entertainment. It's not been entertaining since Boxing day. Remember that when we turned Chelsea over 4-2. Well it's now November, give or take a few days, and can anyone tell me an actual game that we turned up for this fiscal year. Come on ...

Oh and here's a piece of advise. Back up all your phone numbers ... and delete all your pictures before you send it back to the makers. You know it makes sense.

Did I mention that I've bought some cowboy boots? Well I'm hoping to receive them in the next few days, so once I do ... I'll put a pic up. Live the life ... don't fight it!!!!

Right, I need to go and drown my sorrows ...

My tune of the day: Never know what you can do - Leroy Hutson

Jeeeezzzzz ......

Q: How many elephants can you get in a mini?

A: Four ... two in the front, two in the back.

Q: How do you know if you've had two elephants in your fridge?

A: Footprints in the butter.

Q: How do you know you've had four elephants in your fridge?

A: There's a mini parked outside ...

What about Harry Cripps?

So you want old school? You want the blog about my train journeys, Coleens a$$ ... and no football. Well read it an weep, it ain't going to happen.

We've got those spotty Nigels tonight, Chrystal Palarse. They seem up for it, and say that we are not. Well listen up, we are.

Talking about my train journeys, I had a slight change this morning. I took the car over to Charlton Heights for the journey back tonight. So I was able to sample the delights of the Greenwich line, as I got on at Westcombe Park. A different type of commuter as what you usually get from Hither Green and Lewisham. You still get the peeps who had too much garlic last night, the people who won't move down the train, but you also get the mob who won't make eye contact and won't say boo to a goose. There we were crammed into the 8:02 that actually arrived at 8:16, with some sort of backpacker woman type thing sitting in the door well. Sitting on a back pack on a packed train. No one said any thing, no one took her to task. Well if it had been Hither Green it would have happened. They would have been pulling her to her feet. So why didn't I intervene? Well it's not my route. I don't want to make a spectacle .... you know where I'm coming from.

So its the next round of the League Cup. We are home to the surrey clowns Palarse. What more could you ask for? A repeat of the Anglo-Italian Cup match a few years ago ... a nice 4-1 victory and Chris Armstrong to be banished to the dressing rooms early doors. Now we are talking. I just hope that the players get it. I hope that Herman tells Franny, Danny and Dennis how important this is. Sod getting to Cardiff. This is the one. This is the one that will get my hairs tingling. So it's an early meet with Smudge et al, a few beers ... a nice quiet train journey to the Valley, a stroll to the Pub, then let games commence.

Supposedly I'm not allowed to speak about football on here. So I won't comment on the Millwall stuff last night. Well the only pictures shown where of Liverpool fans, the ones who ripped the seats out and knocked over their own disabled fans. So where's the issue here ... can't Liverpool be blamed? No because of what Boris said ... you get me.

Right, I won't go into too much detail about John Peel, but you have to show some respect where respect is due. When I was growing up, I wasn't into indie (shmindy) - the Undertones, the Smiths etc, etc ... so I never really listened to him. But he did his stuff, and he did it well ... god speed John.

Here's one for Inspector Sands. My boss has just diagnosed me with semi-autistic witterings, infact it's called Asperger's Syndrome, also known as Asperger's Disorder or Autistic Psychopathy, is a Pervasive Developmental Disorder (PDD) ... so stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

My tune of the day: Big Mistake - Alexander Hope

We are the North Stand cupboard end !!!

Well it's all kicked off over on Inspector Sands comments board. Berrand Bossu, Wyn, Colin, they've all bitten the bullet and put their collective two penneth into the Curbs debate. It actually makes interesting reading. There has been some of the "Curbs Out" brigade back out and on it. Well he has been here for 13 years, we have just lost at Anfield ... we are staring at a blank canvas. Well maybe, maybe NOT!!! We've got the makings of a good team ... roll with it. A few tweaks here and there. But the chances of me going to another away game this season ... hang on Newcastle in Feb is down in the book. I'll see you there.

So as the dust settles on the pizza throwing, I can't help but laugh. I know that the Arse are meant to drink warm veg soup before and after a game, but where do the pizzas come into it. Are they looking to get an endorsement off of Dominos?

Page 14 of the Sun. Jesus has been named the number one Black icon of all time. Hang on surely it should have been David Beckham!!!!!!

Back at the Boxing Academy (Monday night Channel 5) Wendell comes out as being 28!!!! Now hang on, he's been telling me for years that he's 27. How does that work? It's a good show though, and they even got Frank Warren to put in an appearance. Now that must have been some discussion.

My tune of the day: Redemption Song - Bob Marley

X is the spot ...

Well they ... no I mean he voted Roberta out of the show. We all know that she shouldn't have gone, it should have been the old bird or Peters and Lee. But hey, that the British public for you, they will vote to keep the chaff in. I would say that I thought the old Soul singers where going to get the push ... but then again what do I know.

I think I've finally got over Saturdays debacle. We got a right old pasting. Roll on Wednesday ... yeah right. I'm still chuckling about the Arse game. They got stitched up by Riley good and proper. The Rio incident, Nistelrooys two footed challenge on Cole, the Rooney dive and all we get to read is that Fergie got covered in Vegetable soup.

I bought some boots. Yeah I just need to get a sheriffs badge and holster. I'm still deliberating as to wether I should get all my hair cut off. And shave down my goatee.

I've decided I need to take more pics of stuff as I go about my business ... so watch this space.

My tune of the day: I'm a woman - Cassius feat Jocelyn Brown

Right ... look at these two pics. The first one taken in 2003 at Carnival and the second taken 2004 at Carnival. I look a tad more refreshed in the first pic ... I just don't get it !!!!!


One year ago and look at my hair ... I'm definately thinking of reverting back to a neat, closly cropped styleeee .... with matching trimmed goateee ...



Bloody hell ... what was I thinking when I got my stylist to do that to my hair??? I hope it was raining ... maybe I should shave more ....

North vs South ...

Well I've watched that UManU vs Arse ... what's it all about???

WHINING, BITCHING ... MOANING AND THAT WAS JUST ME ...

There's one word for it ... "Pants"

I sat through that crock yesterday. In reality we could have been 3, no 4-0 down by half-time. But we weren't. Then you get to thinking, maybe we could sneak it!!!

Then I turned over and fell out of bed.

Totally inept, frustrating, totally non descript. We had no shots on target, why no shots at all, and if it was a boxing match it would have been stopped.

I'll go into a few more details tomorrow, but the fact is we are out on our feet.

My tune of the day: Magnetism - Eugene Record

Alien vs Predator ...

Or should that be JJ vs Lisbie? And maybe Franny can play the Scouse version of Alfie. Ok, maybe not ... I was just running with it.

I'm still thinking over the Cowboy boot issue. Although it's nice to know that Chicago Addick would like to be a bit more like me on the music front. I would say that it's one of my vices. I leave home and put my mp3 on, I get to the office and bang the music straight on. Maybe a bit of Blaze, a mix by Kravit, some Al Green ... or even some slushy Luther. You know where I'm coming from all you romantics out there.

The debates just got going about our Centenary celebrations. Inspector Sands did a good piece about it. But what do you really expect from Charlton? The whole concept that we could have a well run centenary celebration is laughable. It's a closed shop, or superstore if you will. Even up to having the VIP Director on the committee. You remember the VIP Director who runs the Maidstone and the Weald supporters club, who makes sure they have as many tickets as they want, and in reality wants Charlton to move to lock stock and Vinny Jones down to a green belt site off of the A20. Now how ideal would that be? The latest info is that the main branch of the supporters club, you know the one in Charlton, based at the Valley is now being called the Greenwich branch. That's so they all have equal billing. I don't get it myself. There should be one supporters club but local groups if people want to get together to have a beer and a pie. But to give priority for tickets because you know the VIP Director is ... well you know what it is. On another VIP Director issue. Having read the CAFC Website it appears her goal is to raise money to get some gates errected. Hmmmmm ....

So what's the score with old Prince Harry? The young playboy blah, blah ... smacked a photographer, but only in the form of defence, after being hit in the face with a camera. Oh well Goldie looking chain watch out ... there'a a new monster on the block.

I had a bad hair day today!!!! After a year of growing it, I was close to just getting it cut off. A number one all over. Come on what do you think? Should I bite the bullet and just get it done. Then again I could go blonde. You know what they say about blondes!!!!

Anyway, have a good weekend, lets all hope for three points on saturday. Me, Ive got Colin Farrell coming over to SHOOT some pool, oh how funny is that. I must go, I've got to put in my expenses.

My tune of the day: Let The Children Play - Raul Midon

Great ... it's G8

Well he's only gone and done it!!! Gazza, Paul Gascoigne, wants to be called G8. G8 I ask you. I can see it now. Hartlepool announce their new manager live on Sky. Here he is ... Mr G8 ... as the Monkey hangers all begin to chant "G8's blue and white army" ...

I'm looking out the window at a lovely sunny day. Maybe a little windy but you can't have it all.

It must have been a sunny 70 minutes for Francis last night. Mr Jeffers banged in two goals for the ressies and you would think it would put him in a good possition to start on Saturday. Yep it's at Anfield against Boris' red and red army ... and you would imagine that ol' Franny would get loads of stick. Which would make him "Up for it", which would make him play on the edge ... and be a little dangerous. Well that's my way of thinking, so expect Raaaaaaadostin Kiiiishishev to come back into the team.

My tune of the day: Brothers on the slide - Cymande

Here's a question ... ????

Am I too old for Cowboy boots??

Blazin ...

Now I seem to have missed something here!!! We have all turned into Chav-tastic's. They are even debating it on the Charlton e-mail list, well actually they are talking about Dartford, it's restaurants and Supermarkets.

The Sun has a Chav body language guide, and they have put the fist to the chest in there. Now excuse me, that's been a thing to do for years. I'm not going to get into a debate about origins etc, etc ... but you know where I'm coming from. They've even put "West-side" in there, but I thought that was Ali G???

Here's a question for you. Does anyone know a man with a big ladder? I've got guttering problems, and in reality it would take 5 seconds to sort out, but I can't be paying over the odds. It appears that I have a plant growing in the guttering at the top of the flat, and so when it rains the water cascades down onto the conservatory roof. It's not good at 3 in the morning, I can tell you. Did I get back to sleep ... did I fcuk ...

I actually watched some of the Champions league last night. I was flicking between Real Madrid and UManU. How poor were they? I don't get it. Sir Al (not our one the old Scottish red nosed one) is still talking the talk in comparing his lot to the Arse. But they appear to be as far apart as they have been in years at the mo. But saying that, UManU would still turn us over 4-0. Oh I wish I wasn't so pessimistic.

You know what ... a week isn't such a bad length of time!!! I'm still walking with a spring in my step, even if the pressures of life sometimes bring me down.

**Stop press** Tonight, live on TV Paul Gascoigne (Gazza) will be unveiling his new moniker. We have 3 to choose from, PG,G8 or PJ. What I want to know is, if he goes with PJ will Jimmy FiveBellies be called Duncan?

Oh poor old Mutu. It seems like they have all come out of the woodwork. He even sucked some blood. You have to put that on your list Kev, things to do before you are 30!!!!

Oh ... I forgot to mention the new reality show on Channel 5 that started Monday. Boxing Academy takes some wannabe boxers and trains them up to an acceptable amateur standard. The London leg is being shot at Repton, so it was nice to see Wendell doing his best in matching wooly hat, joggers, trainers combo. They do say that TV puts 20llbs on you ... and he's only 27!!!!

My tune of the day: To be young, gifted and black - Donny Hathaway

X Facted ...

I still can't get over the fact that Lloyd got voted out on Saturday. By far the best singer, he didn't fit the criteria of Simon Cowells dream team. Instead we have Verity ... !!!

It was good to see old Jermain get a run down from the boss after last nights lackluster performance down in Pompeyland. Oh how my heart bleeds for Jermain who is having a difficult time. Aren't we all mate, aren't we all.

It's strange how long a week is. Last week, it was all expectation, but this it's all .... well you get me. Tune in to Anfield on Saturday tea time to see the next thrilling episode of Addicks on tour. Four goals, five ... yeah right. News just in is that Kev is back in blighty this weekend, and has a hire car. If you need a lift anywhere, especially to see the match ... call him. Call him what though, I DON'T KNOW?

It's good to know that people are still reading my ramblings. Thanks to Jeff who said that this was all a bit late in the day. Blimey, I've been a bit busy and did a Body Max down the gym. Sorry mate, I'll do it the night before in future.

I found an old pile of Christmas cards last night. You know when you have your annual tidy round the flat. There they were gathering dust on top of the video. I would like to know why I kept them? Why do I keep loads of the stuff I keep? It actually amazes me ...

My tune of the day: It's All Jesus - DJ Spen feat Byron Stingly

Harry Hill doesn't look like Mush !!!!

That's what I said anyway. Mush believes that he looks like Harry Hill, even though he is ten times bigger and Asian. It's like saying that Kev looks like one of the Kumars.

I had a web page outburst this morning. How's the website going was the question. Oh, I can't be arsed with it was the reply. It's becoming more of a chore. They looked at me like I had spat in their breakfast. I had to apologies, but I don't think they believed me.

I seem to have been doing a lot of apologizing lately!!! I seem to have gone of the rails, and I don't really feel myself. Well not in the same way that Kev likes to do. I've been a bit down, which isn't like me ... but ho hum, as they say in ho hum land.

So the football. We had to endure the Alan Shearer show again, as he snarled his way round the pitch, using his head, his elbow, his personality to keep the man down. It isn't just me that sees it, but I just wonder why no pundit has the balls to state it. Shearer thinks he is above the law, the law of football. What a spiteful little man he is.

Anyway, I thought that Danny Murphy benefited from having Matty Holland next to him. They were combative, and I'm sure Danny is looking forward to next Saturdays match at Anfield. How they gave our goals as an own goal, is laughable. The ball was on it's way into the net. But hey it's Lisbie and Charlton we are talking about, not Shearer and Newcastle.

I don't get the Centenary celebrations!!!! There were in fact none at all. Strange.

Did I say how funny I thought Harry Hill was on Saturday. That's Harry Hill not Mush.

I've been doing a lot of apologizing recently. SORRY, I've already said that.

I've just worked out that I am a sad, lonely individual ... no sorry that's not me ... that's Alan Shearer. Oh and it's Chrystal Palarse in the Cup next week. You know, I can't wait for that one.

Anyway ... SORRY I've got to pop along know ... work to do.

My tune of the day: Sorry seems to be the hardest word - Elton John

Saturday morning Swap-shop ...

Well I used to like it back in the day. Now all we get is Soccer AM ...

It's been a weird day, lazing on the setee, I actually watched some Rugby, both Union and League.

Has a chat about the green eyed monster ... not sure what it is all about really. I am having paelaa for my dinner ... dreaming on hot spanish holidays ...

My tune of the day: After Dark - Capleton

Hero in a half shell ...

So tell me this? When someone treads on your foot on a train why don't they turn and say sorry? Why do they have to feign "Oh that wasn't really a foot" and look away. It's raining, it's packed, the central heating is on and Mr clumsy foot treads on my nu shoooz, he looks away, I huff ... the train grinds to a halt, he does it again ... "blap" straight on my tootsie ...

So what do you think I did? Answers eh, on the proverbial postcard.

It's another week gone, and we have some football at last. It seems like a lifetime since we took a thrashing at the Arsenal, but now we can concentrate on the Toons. No not Jessica Rabbit, but Alan Shearer and Craig Bellamy. I'm sure they would make a good alternative to Whilly Coyote, or Roadrunner, but what do I know.

I may be playing a bit of football tonight!!!!

Yes I know you all stepped back in amazement. I had a call on Wednesday from an old friend, Easton. Some of the lads are having a game of 5 a side over at Borough for old time sake. This is the group that used to play in Covent Garden a fair few years ago, and then spend all night in the Spot getting merry. I'm a bit worried that it's outside though. I can't see me wanting to run around in the rain, even if it's a good idea to start with. I'll have to wait and see.

I've just been reading the story in the Metro of that woman who spent £600 on a meal then got accused of stealing a spoon. Yeah, I can see it now ...

My tune of the day: Coming home baby - Mel Torme

Who's the daddy ...??

Well I'm saying nothing ... !!!

But I did say I had a good ... no, great day yesterday, and I'm sticking to that. But you know when you wake up the next day and it's like after the Lord Mayors Show ... well at least the rain has stopped and it's a bit sunny.

We've got another televised match on Sunday, against the Toon. The invasion of barcodes falls on Andy Lopata's birthday, and he has arranged a bit of a do. Well I say a do, but I lie. He has booked some tickets for the Carvery before the match. So I can rejoice in some rubbery beef or chicken before watching Shearer put his elbow in Fortunes face. I've seen that script and it's getting a bit boring.

I would say though that I went to a Newcastle match last season, at home to Chelsea and spend a great part of the match just watching Shearer. He walks around, sometimes not running when Newcastle are attacking but generally arriving late. He works the line well and is a bit of a rough house. I say rough house but in reality mean something a bit stronger. Anyway as long as the Sun is out, and oh ... it's just dawned on me ... I'll have to go smart casual. Sod that!!!!

Well I just had some lemon jelly and cream for my lunch. Not very appertising but that's all that was in the fridge. I forgot that I had made a jelly on Monday and it needs eating before the weekend. So a big bowl was just the ticket.

I was going to say thanks for all the comments in the comments section, but it seems like one of the troop has begun to take the proverbial St Michaels. Posting under the name Scott Parker. Oh how funny is that? It's a bit of a rib tickler ... but hey if that's how you want it ... that's how you want it!!!

I received an Employer's BullEtin from the Inland Revenue today ... my life is now complete.

My tune of the day: Make It Up With Love - ATL

Hello ...

It's been a bloody good day !!!!

My tune of the day: Signed, sealed, delivered I'm yours - Stevie Wonder

My, my ... look what I've just found !!! From back in the day ... Oh how I rock.

Reserves in reserve ...

So tell me this ... is it worth giving players like Lloyd Sam, Jerome Thomas and Neil McCafferty an actual run out in the first team? The lads have been putting in relatively good performances over the last few weeks all for no return. They must know that they aren't going to get a look in. But when we can play a Spurs team with Carrick and Brown in midfield and give a good account of ourselves then surely it is time. Lloyd Sam for example must at least get a place on the bench, just to see if he has the temporament.

Okay, maybe it's just me ... !!!

So it's off to Azerbaijan for the world beaters. Well not Becks anyway ... he has more pressing things to worry about with this "Brazen Beautician" to quote the Sun, coming out about his lastest conquest. Good on Vicci who is going to see her in court.

I also have to mention the passing of Christopher Reeves. I'm not one to get to emotinally involved with all these things, but I would say the courage that he showed was something else.

Rest in peace Chris ...

Well winter is definately kicking in. I had the heating on last night and I was still a bit cold. It's grey, miserable, rainy, cloudy, windy ... but you know what ... I'm smiling. Now that must come as a surprise eh. I'm actually in a good mood. It must be something in the water ...

My tune of the day: Who Is She? - Fonda Rae

Truely Scrumptious ...

That's what I am ...!!!

Well that's what I tell myself anyway.

Right, it's monday morning the sun is shinning, although a tad windy so it's not that bad. I had a weird weekend I didn't venture out and spent most of it bouncing round the house still putting off all those jobs that I keep putting off. You know like tidying the conservatory up, washing the front windows, although I did hoover and do some ironing. I did my ironing whilst watching a Brett Hart shoot interview on the Wrestling Channel. I rock.

So St George put the dragons to the sword. Well sort of. I though Wales were disappointing, but then again what did we all expect. They did talk the talk, but just couldn't walk the walk. John Hartson, I ask you. He was never really going to trouble Sol and Rio. But as for Michael Owen claiming that goal ... you're 'avin a laff!!! On a side note, Welling Utd are still bottom of the Conference South having succumbed to Grays Athletic 4-2 on saturday. They kicked off at 3 o'clock the same time as the England match and Grays got a gate of 248 peeps. Now to me that seems pointless ... but then again what do I know about it.

I had one of those mornings on the train. Chilled listening to Hippie Torales in the mix my batteries ran out, then I had to change at London Bridge. Some people are so selfish. I got on a train to be met by Mr City Bloke reading his Tory rag with a large suit carries hanging down in the aisle. As the train got more and more packed did he move? Yeah right!!! So everyone was packed tightly into one side of the entrance whilst he read his paper on the other. Big up selecta is what I say, big up selecta.

My tune of the day: Inside Out - American Gypsy

Bored and extremely dangerous ...

This is my first ever weekend post. Well I lie ... but I am so bored that I logged onto here today. There is no football, it's autumn so no one wants to do anything constructive ...

I've surfed the net and I've watched TV .... BLIMEY.

My tune of the day: Welcome to the Story - Galliano

Something for the weekend ...

I really fancy seeing that film "Saw" but I'm not one for going to horror flicks alone. I like the togetherness you get when your with a young lady ... you know where I'm coming from ... don't you?

I had to laugh about that reality show the Farm. As I've mentioned I've been watching it just to see the interaction of Stan and Rebecca. Well when they showed her and that pig I was tempted to switch over ... but I perservered. I wish I hadn't bothered. I think this was without doubt the worst piece of TV ever shown ... even worst than a Chrystal Palarse match on TV.

So we have England against Wales this weekend. So what I hear you cry. I have to agree. I'm not one to get carried along on the England are going to conqueror the world line, but they should beat Wales! Shouldn't they? Well it will never be easy ... so I expect it to be 0-0.

I'm wearing an original vintage 70's cream jacket today. It rocks. It goes ever so well with a red rosette. Oh the stares on the train this morning as I browsed Living etc, only in America ... right.

Isn't picture messaging the best? I got two nice pictures last night. I would like to publicly state ...

thank you ;)

My tune of the day: Everybody loves the sunshine - Roy Ayres ft Erykah Badu

Young gifted and black ...

No not me, but I could be described as that ... in my humble opinion ... but it was playing over a news article about Black History month that I saw last night. Black history month, now that will send a few shudders down a few spines. What's the point, why do we need it, it's a waste of resources? I've heard it all before ... it's quite disappointing that people think that there shouldn't be an interest in the history of Black people in this country. It's actually part of my make up, so why shouldn't I take an interest?

The England squad were all photographed wearing those "Let's kick racism out of football" teeshirts yesterday. Another cheap marketing ploy? Maybe!! But it's still a major problem if you read what the Spanish National coach, Luis Aragones said to Jose Reyes. It's about Thierry Henry, and I'll let you work it out yourself.

I watched the MOBO's on BBC Tv last night. Am I getting old? Some of those acts, I ask you. I thought Mos Def did a great job in presenting the show, but I'm sure most people weren't down with his actual performance. I loved it, it's more cutting edge than most rapping. Estelle though I don't get, Most Promising newcomer ... yep if you say so.

News in ... Unilever are shutting their Birds Eye frozen food plant in Grimsby next year with the loss of 600 jobs. Seems like there will be trouble on the streets of Grimsby ...

My tune of the day: Jesus Walks - Kayne West

The self preservation society ...

Blimey, I said. I got an email this morning from the CIFC list saying that my page had been linked to the Forever Charlton site. That would mean that more people might want to see the drivel I actually spout, and work out who I am!!! Not a good thought really, I might have to dig out that fur coat so I can look a bit like Sol Campbell. Saying that though I should put up a link to the Forever site as well ...

There's been a lot of talk amongst the Charlton people about giving some of the young lads in reserve a chance. I would say that every time I have seen Lloyd Sam he impresses me, but there's more chance of Charlie Parker coming back than Lloyd getting a look in. After watching a Curbs led Charlton for over a decade we know what to expect.

1. Now we are an established Prem team no untried, untested, young lads can get a look in.

2. No player must be outside his own penalty box when the opponents have a corner, and yes that does include you Dennis.

3. Substitutes will stand on the touchline, stripped for about 10 minutes whilest Curbs and Day stand around scratching their bits.

4. We will sound off about a good cup run but in reality, forget it.

Anyway ... we all know what to expect from Charlton, even though some of us have forgotten. We will never be world beaters, but all we want is a little bit of passion. Try it, you might like it.

My tune of the day: Sparkle - Cameo

After the Lord Mayors show ...

Well how about that for a score? No not the Soapy Nigels, Charlton 3 Chelsea 0. Yep you read that right, but it was the ressies. Indeed Charlton reserves beat Chelsea reserves 3-0. Quality eh ... er well no not really. It was the reserves and the Chelsea team was full of twelve year olds.

I had my hair cut last night. I had a nice normal cut, short sides and front.

Apart from that it was a quiet night. I watched Ghost Ship on dvd ... a bit cheesey but okay for a few hours. I even managed to watch the Sopranos.

Well it's October now, it's autumn and I've come over all S.A.D!!! I need the heat of the sun, the lashing of the sea ... I need a holiday.

Oh, and I've just registered for Run London in November. A 10k road run round Southwark and Canary Wharf ... I don't get it.

My tune of the day: Love's got me - Loose Ends

Aye Carumba ...

Well that was that!!! Our boys took a hell of a thrashing at the hands of the Arse. It's no consolation how good they are, they we just didn't compete. I've seen us battle there in the past but this was by far the worst attacking performance in years. We had a total of zero shots on target. Zero ... now even CIFC would have had a shot. It started so well, a few bevies in the Gas Light in Finsbury Park, banter with Lopata, Vince, G and Bern. I even ate a bag of peanuts, and I never eat peanuts. Then we had the fun, sitting watching a load of poop with the only entertaining thing being that the Bald Stewards recognised me from last year. I actually left the match 20 minutes from the end. This was the first time I have left a game early since the early 80's, but it was raining, it was all down there end and I was pished. We had a mass exodus back to Arsenal Station then poor old Inspector Sands was left to help an elderly Arse fan who had slipped on the slippery tiles. The rest of us ran off to jump on a train that then got stuck in the tunnel for 25 minutes, oh the joys of North London.

I had a nice relaxing day down at my Mums yesterday. I actually lay on the settee for about 8 hours, watching all sorts of silly TV, like X-Factor and the King and I. I was treated to a nice lunch of a rack of lamb and had a leisurely drive home. It's so annoying driving a Mini on the motorway as all those 4x4's seem like they have their full beams on. But hey ... I'm not moaning.

Did I mention that I pulled a calf muscle on thursday. I kid you not my whole leg is throbbing. That's going to put me out of action for a week or so, but I might go and do some weights on Wednesday. Saying that though, I'm starting the Atkins again for 3 weeks today. Eggs and ham, egg's and ham ... in three weeks I will be Dr Seuess.

My tune of the day: Love of my life - Erykah Badu

Bombay Mix is gonna get ya ...

First things first. Millwall are out of Europe with little more than a passing mention. Or they would have been. It appears that up to 4 of their fans were stabbed over in Hungary. It's a game of football, whatever Bill Shankley said ... it ain't worth it. I was trying to put this into a Charlton perspective. Say we had qualified in 5th place last season and got into Europe. Would you have gone? Damn right you would!!! Hungary away just for a few days, quality. Then the realisation hits home. Eastern Europe, bad boys on mass, this ain't China. It's bad enough going to Kingston upon Hull or Grimsby, but being left to your own devises in a far flung hostile environment. Not what I would have wanted from a European experience. I know a few Millwall people, even class them as friends, and most of my Mums side of the family are all from down the Blue and off of Jamaica Road. So would I have wanted them to go to Hungary and end up like these lads. No I bleedin well wouldn't, so for once I'm going to send a big shout out to the Millwall.

Now onto other things, when do we play Palarse in that Cup????

I was flicking last night, you know flicking between channels and I came across that reality programme - The Farm. I'm hooked. What the bleedin hell is this all about? Rebecca Loos talking about her sexual adventures, Vanilla Ice threatening to land one on Terry Christian, Stan Collymore being voted Farm Manager ... I'm definately going to be tuned in for this one.

Sod the Grand Prix story, the best one I've seen today involves Asda and the fact that they were selling Dr Death costumes in their Hyde store yards from where Harold Shipman had his surgery. Now I shouldn't laugh, but I did ... even though Asda stated that a donation is now being made to victims families. Scotch Egg anyone?

It's another weekend and we have some footie this weekend. I say some footie with tongue very much lodged in my cheek. In fact we go to Highbury/ Library to take on the current Premier League Champions, current league leaders ... and the team who have not lost in something like 47 games. Law of averages and all that!!!!! No I don't think so either ... but lets just give it a go.

My tune of the day: Come on over - Teddy Pendergrass

Sleepless in Seattle ...

Well more like Hither Green, but I haven't been sleeping properly. Although saying that I did seem to get a good night last night as it was the first time in weeks that my alarm actually woke me up, as oppossed to waking up before the alarm. Oh my body clock.

I was flicking last night between the Chels and the Arse until Glen asked me to come over and upload some AntiVirus software on his PC. Yes I know, it's as about as interesting as watching the Arse but he hasn't got a clue. He's had his PC for two weeks and already he's had it crash, lock him out of AOL and had more spyware on it than I had in 5 years. I can't begin to wonder what he's been looking at!!!

I'm not one to moan but what is it with people on the DLR. They are a different breed. I think it's a Canary Wharf thing but hey.

My 15 inch flat screen monitor ends on ebay in about 2 hours so if you want to get in their quick take a look.

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&rd=1&item=5125891495&ssPageName=STRK:MESE:IT

There's nothing quite like advertising. Oh and I have a signed Charlton Athletic Football Shirt for sale at offers OVER £60. I won it at the player of the year dance at the end of last season, it's signed by most of the first team squad etc, etc ... and it is a size XXXL.

My tune of the day: Invitation - Frankie Feliciano

This pic was sent to me yesterday. It was taken at this years Carnival on the Sunday. What's the world coming to one might ask ... but I say doesn't my hair look good !!!!

Look what just turned up for me ... who's da man !!!!

Rooney, Schmoony, Looney ...

Well they couldn't have written the script better, could they? Even seeing that smug mug Eamon Holmes on TV this morning brought it on home. He was saying how sorry he was for Evertonians!!! Yeah right. Luckily we haven't had to sit there and watch our Scott do anything at Chelski. He hasn't played a game. Well he did get on as a substitute in one game ... but he doesn't play. From the fringes of the England squad to a has been in 6 easy months, quality mansion though Scotty.

More importantly the Romm scored his first Charlton reserve team goal last night. So he should be ready and waiting to step up at the Library on Saturday, right !!!! Well it ain't gonna happen is it. We'll pack the midfield and sit back allowing the Arse to have all the play. How do I know that? Well I've been to the same game for the last 3 seasons. All for £33 ... oh how I live.

I bought a new swing bin last night. I went to John Lewis to get some black dye and saw a bright pink bin. Now that was me I thought, so went right ahead. I then had the great task of carting it home on the train. Some people are jerks ... !!!!

Right, the Labour Party conference. It's all going down the swanny but somethings I don't get. There was one protest by the dad of a military policeman murdered in Iraq. Murdered was the wording used but wasn't it a war? The chaps son was killed back in June doing his duty. The dad wanted to talk to Tony Blair because he had felt that the brave soldiers were betrayed by their country and he wanted an apology. Can I ask this? How does a soldier become brave ...? If we take away war, guns, bullets, bombs ... could a soldier be brave? Would there be any soldiers? If I went to a careers councillor and was offered the chance of being in the army or an accountant which one would make me feel as though I might get killed doing my job. Answer me that one Rav? Just a few thoughts really ...

My tune of the day: Love's Gonna Get You - Jocelyn Brown

We all dream of a team of El Karkouri ...

Well it doesn't go as much as the El Khalej song but I think our team would be a bit better with a load of Karkouris as opposed to El Khalejes.

It wasn't pretty, but it was effective. Four home games, three wins ... one goal conceded and that was Bergers wonder strike. And this was achieved with JJ playing for most of the game. I would have to say that I don't think Arse and his merry Goolies will be quaking in their collective boots though.

What's the point of Bombay Mix? There's a big bag of it on the desk next to mine ... and that's where it's staying.

I was reading the message board on the Southport Weekender website and came across a discussion about the an article/ or review in the latest DJ mag. It was a review of a mix CD by Joe Claussell and Blaze. Well if anyone knows these guys you would know what to expect. It's as easy as ordering meat and two veg. Well anyway the new CD gets absolutely ripped apart by a Ben Edwards, who it seems has no time for Soulful house. Well it's horses for courses really and what our Ben has to say is typical of the music press who know nothing about what they are reviewing.

Ben actually said "At the risk of being lynched, tortured and left to rot in Louie Vegas basement , there's just something about soulful house that makes you want to shake the dj by the ears and tell them to grow some fooking balls. Its definitely an acquired taste, but records that instruct you to "spread your wings and fly" or seek religious solace by "reaching up' can find the nearest motorway bridge and do one. Joe Claussells love of soul is clearly infectious, but that doesn't stop him conjuring vile images of fearless estate agents in neat polished loafers doing the chicken dance to irrating records like FRANK ROGER BELIEVE IN ME ... Blaze offering meanwhile just sounds like a soppy street-corner evangelist."

Well there you go, nice one. Given that most of the artists hail from a gospel background, it's no surprise really is it. I'm sure Ben likes the more hard house or maybe even likes to slap his bitch up ...

My tune of the day: Walkin in the rain with the one I love - Love Unlimited