The Passion of the Christ ...

So what's that all about ?? Do you know that over 50% of all Yanks go to church. Compare that to good old Great Britain, where I'd say 50 people get up early on a Sunday. Do you remember when raving was the new religion!!! Rock on Cliff Richard that's what I say.

I got my latest ebay purchase through the post yesterday. After a visit to the 2 hour dry clean shop it was ready to wear. Well what do you think??



So the Scousers are out of Europe and Gerard moans about the referee. Did you see it? You really, really have to wonder what these people see. Biscan pulled the blokes shorts, foul, in the box ... PENALTY. Cast iron ... now that's enough about Big Phil Thommo!!!

Oh and I had forgotten to congratulate Audley on his Championship belt ... Big Up Selecta.

My tune of the day: We are one - Blaze

Royal Mail my arse ....

Now here's a question for thee. To get a job with the Royal Mail do you have to be a blithering idiot? Can Bernie or Kev answer that???? I ask because this morning I went down to Lewisham sorting office to collect a parcel. I got there at 8:05 expecting to be there all of 2-3 minutes. Well there was a queue and there were 3 Royal Mail guys trying to open the door!! Yep, open the door to the office, the place where they work every day. They turned the key this way and that but still no luck. Well we waited as the queue got bigger, we waited some more ... THEN. We got told that they couldn't open the door. We would all have to go away and come back another day. Now you're taking the piss.

So off I toddled only to get 20 yarsd down the road when a guy came out to collect the cards for all the people queing. Whoooosh, someone has a brain. Well I skipped back and handed in my card. I'll be 15 minutes said the bloke, GREAT!!!

Well 10 minutes later he was back, he handed me the card and said to quote "Its been returned to sender mate" Oh thanks, it's only been 5 days and it's meant to be there a week. Well Adam Crozier kiss my phat one you muppet.

Did anyone see that football last night? Chelsea and Arsenal!!! Whats that all about .... jeeezzzz. And have a look at page 3. Nicola T's head is too big for her body, and that nose ...

My tune of the day: Inner City Blues - The Chi-Lites

Why are we waiting ...

You know sometimes one is just too busy. It's been a bleedin' nightmare getting everything done in a day, so I was unable to pen anything yesterday. It's not like working for the NHS this.

Well England won another Test, in fact the first time they have ever won back to back tests in the Caribbean. That just proves how shite this team are. I've said it before and I'll say it again ... you lap it up Tony Greig, cause you'll get yours.

I actually met my Mum for lunch today. As well as helping her get across town to catch the Stanstead Express. It was nice to see her before she flies off to Eindhoven, I'm sure she is being groomed to take over from Robbens as he's off to Chelski. You heard it here first.

It's just dawned on me, that it's my 27th birthday in early April. I'm feeling "OLD"

My tune of the day: I did it in Seattle - Roy Ayres

Home on the Range !!!!

So another weekend over. Ho hum!!!! Yet this one was ruined by that muppet Laurent Robert who did a dying swan impression to con that equally muppety muppet Mr Wiley. You can stick your Toon Army where the sun don't shine. If that's an army then I'm Sly Stallone in First Blood.

Anyway, copious amounts of drink where drunk, shed loads of money was spent all in the name of entertainment. I even found the belt I had been after on Sunday morning as we took a leisurely walk through the town to the Station.

I'm actually sitting at work listening to a new Dimitri in the House CD, wearing this hat that the boss brought in for me. You have to laugh, don't you ... ???



Well, I don't want to mention it, but the old cricket is going tits up. Oh what we would give for a Wes Hall. Lara needs a kick up the aris.

I've been trying to work out when the clocks go forward, or is it back. I think it is next weekend ... but if anyone knows let me know.

My tune of the day: Get your own - Doug Willis

Oh I do want to be beside the seaside

So this Sunday the LDV sees Blackpool take on Southend. The bigger pier against the bigger rollercoaster. It's been bleedin years since Charlton were away at Blackpool ... SHAME.

So Rio says he is a footballer, and wants to play football. He was cleared of being a drug cheat but banned for missing a test. Oh well, never mind Rio, just take a few months off, go shopping ... maybe try some dogging, or roasting ... or whatever is the next best thing. Saying that, I'm quite surprised Kev hasn't tried dogging ... !!

Well I watched 4 hours of Wrestlemania last night. The cream of American wrestling, the Rock, Mick Foley, HHH, Steve Austin. It is actually quite funny. It's a soap opera. Some people get carried away with Eastenders, or Sex in the City, but to me you can't beat a bit of grappling, "if you smell what the Rock is cookin' ... ."

Don't forget it's Mothering Sunday on, er ... Sunday. Make sure you ring your Mum and tell her you love them. Go on you know it makes sense.

Have you seen Abbi Titmus in the Sun. You'll 'ave someones eye out what's thatall about ????

Oh and another thing, if you get the chance watch Punch Drunk Love. A Paul Thomas Anderson film ... it made me laugh.

My tune of the day: Prayin' - Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes

Relocation, relocation ... relocation

So what of the budget? Fags, drinks yeah the same old stuff ... but old Gordy is forcing over 20,000 peeps out of the South East. Hmmm ... maybe they will get to live in Birmingham, Manchester or even Narwich!!! Oh how wonderful. Hands up if you want to live in Manchester ... or maybe just have a hole in your head. Well here we have some pros and cons. Live in Manchester ... don't make me laugh and it's a Charlton supporter telling us how good Manx is. I bet she also tells people to "Siddddownnnnn".

It's the last ever episode of Sex in the City tomorrow. I think I'll go out on the piss. I don't get it myself ... and it's not a patch on Seinfeld, now that was comedy.

What is it with people who when walking want to cut right in front of you? You know when you are crossing the road and you reach the other side you have to watch your step as someone veers to the right and cuts right across you. It bleedin annoys me, but not as much as England thinking they have a great cricket team.

Yeah Brian Lara has come out and said England got lucky. He refused to lavish praise on Harmison et al. Too right and all. Come on Brian lets stick it to 'em.

Right, it's a night up in the Toon on Saturday. The boys are playing Newcastle at 17:35. A PPV match on Sky. So what's in store, yeah an 8:00 train an afternoon on the piss and then a night here Bar Beyond Spiritually uplifting sounds, good looking women and me ... what more would make a good night out .... whoooooosh.

I had a pension review today. It transpires that to have the same standard of living I have now, I would have to put £1100 per month into my pension until I was 65. So that's another 38 years, maybe another whooooosh.

My tune of the day: Prophecy - Simon Grey featuring Abby Joyce

No one likes us ... No one likes us

So there we have it, the new theme song of Kevin Everest. It should be no one likes me, but hey it's called a play on words due to the Wall getting to the FA Cup semi final. Wonders never cease.

I have just been told by the boss that as the sun is shining we are all going to go to Lahores on Commercial Road. Oh joy. Some lamb chops, chicken tikka and sheek kebabs, heaven in the afternoon.

I did eventually get to Tescos. I treated myself to 6 free range eggs from their Finest range. Some Milano Salami and a rocket salad. Oh how I rock. Unfortunately I also spend £160 on some new clothes as I was on my way there. Like I need new clothes, oh well it will mean that I NEED TO GET SOME NEW WARDROBES.

Yipeeee, it's the budget today. More tax, more money ... I'm currently watching the Prime Ministers questions ... they are all muppets, all muppets I tell thee. They are talking about excessive drinking and yob culture. Now they are talking about the size of the army. Righthonorablee friend my arse.

My tune of the day: You and I - Stevie Wonder

Leaburnnnnn ... Leaburnnnnnn ...

Well it made me laugh, when I heard the Upper North going through some old songs on Saturday. Big Fat Pete, Sweaty Balmer, Super Clive, Bradley Wonderland and OOOhhh Scotty Parker. Well maybe the last two weren't heard that loudly but me and James certainly entertained the rows adjacent to LL.

I've been having a look around the net to see what a webblog actually means to some peeps. It's all very interesting I must say. There are those that use it as an excuse to showcase their literary skills, those that have it as a general diary and those that just talk, as they say bollox. I think I may put myself in the last category ... yes hands up if you think I am right ... "You are right, right ... right."

Right then, I've added a forum ... over there on the right, listed under comments. That for all my listeners to add there ... er, comments. And lets be adult about it, and that includes you Everest.

I just looked in the fridge and saw that I had run out of eggs ... Tescos becons ...

My tune of the day: Frontin - Jamie Cullum

Cricket, not so lovely cricket ...

So here we go. There was Cooksley, Williams et al saying the usual stuff about, Merlene Ottey, Don Quarrie, Michael Holding, Bob Marley your boys took a hell of a beating. It's like when Engerland won the Rugby, they all come out of the woodwork. Well as I say, and will continue to say one swallow does not a summer make. Put it this way, I decided to watch some of the Manx derby, put a chicken in the oven, talk to a mate of mine back from his hols in Brazil, turned the cricket back on ... and it was all over. I did the usual shake of the head and switched it over. The West Indies are abysmal. They are so bad that they made Steven Harmison look like the best bowler ever to pick up a bleedin ball. Oh well.

Anyway, Charlton put up a stirling performance to beat the old Rumbellows cup holders 1-0. A lovely Matt Holland curler did the damage, and I would like to say that that was Matts best game in the red shirt. He was everywhere, tackled like I never thought he would and was Captain Fantastic. Then we have Carlton Cole. Carlton played okay, linked up well, tried to hold up the ball but in reality came up against a good pairing in Ehiogu and Southgate. When he was subbed he got a little stroppy, and walked straight to the dressing room. Big deal. But the furor coming out of the CAFC email list. Some of the muppets on that list should take a look at themselves. They have these players cacooned in some higher plane where human emotions and actions don't exist. Bloody Carlton Cole is a 19 year old lad, who was dissapointed in being subbed. I have done the same playing on a Sunday morning, so get over it !!!!

I forgot to tape Wrestlemania XX last night. Blimey, wrestling it's all fixed ain't it??? Yeah and your point is!!!! It's quality soap opera, much better than Eastenders, but then again it takes all sorts.

Mt tune of the day: A child runs free - Fred Johnson

Jazz Music ...

Right, I'd forgotten how much I like Jazz, and have been listening to some right quality stuff this afternoon. Pucho and the Latin Soul Brothers, Freddie Hubbard some right quality. And before the CIFC muppets start emailing me that doesn't include Humphrey Littleton or Georgie Bleedin Melly.

It's another weekend, and this time there is some footie. We welcome the Milk Cup holders to the Valley which could be an interesting match. However most of our matches over the last few years are close knit affairs with a goal either way being the decisive incident. Put me down for a 5-5 draw then ... good stuff.

There's a doo in Greenwich tonight. Back at the Traff a derivative of the old Hanky Panky night. Well it's a late drink, and I need a blow out. It seems like I haven't had a drink in weeks, but then I could be lying.

So it was a fairly even day in the test yesterday. Hingerland started like a house on fire but some of the unsung boys in the West Indies team put them back in their place. It could be interesting. Luckily there is no rugby this weekend ... what a load of rubbish that is.

And another thing!!! Why don't the rail companies charge by the pound. There are some seriously fat people on my train and they take up too much room. Charge them, come on sod the Congestion charge lets have a fat charge ...

Tune of the day: The Sound Table - Cameo

Cricket lovely cricket, at Lords where I saw it ...

Or to quote the whole song ...

Cricket, lovely cricket,
At Lords where I saw it;
Cricket, lovely cricket,
At Lords where I saw it;
Yardley tried his best
But Goddard won the Test.
They gave the crowd plenty fun;
Second Test and West Indies won.
With those two little pals of mine
Ramadhin and Valentine.

A truly great calypso written by Lord beginner to celebrate the 1950's victory of the West Indian team over England at Lords. Still seen by some as the single greatest moment in the history of West Indies cricket. That was I say until Mike Gatting got his come uppance back in the 90's and Brian's majestic innings of 375, remember that one Cooksley ... ???

Anyway, the point of all this? Well the latest test series kicks off today, over in Jamaica. And would you believe it anyone with a slither of interest think Hingerlaaand are going to trounce the WIndies. Is that so!!!! Well let's sit back, pour ourselves a glass of rum and see, eh ... lets wait and see.

A slight confession, I totally forgot to blog yesterday. I'm sure it won't mean jack to any of you lot but hey.

An interesting e-mail circulating on the CIFC list this morning. Sent by Upper Belvederes finest Kevin 'Basin' Everest it stated to quote " Why does everyone on this list suck up' to Rik. " Well hark at him, not only is he actually coming out of the closet, he's now saying that everyone else is into sucking. Go on Kev, you are the man ... a wealth of talent, popular, witty, etcetera blah ... etcetera.

On a separate note, the remake of Starsky & Hutch ... WHY??? Leave it alone, whatever next the A-Team.

**FOOL**

Tune of the day: Your love - The Weather Girls

Crimes against fashion

Cries the Sun in it's centre pages today. I'm not sure why I read it, or get het up with what it says, it is the voice piece of the masses. Columnist Jane Barnes goes on to say that for every famous name who dresses soberly/ smartly when the gravity of the occasion demands, there is another who won't. She cites the girlfriends of Keith Gillespie and Frank Sinclair who turned up in Spain wearing tracksuits and baseball caps. Well pardon me, what are they meant to wear? Black suits, black armbands!!! Maybe what they needed to dress in to appease Jane Barnes was the farthest thought from there mind at this time. Maybe they just slung a few items in a case and got on the plane!!! I'm sure they aren't really that bothered in what Jane thinks, cause I ain't. But then again it may appeal to the fake Burberry wearer's out there and the Stone Island clad wannabee's (there you go Matt !!!).

In the same paper I read an article on Asda bringing out a credit card. The apr will be between 13.8 - 22.7 percent. Well I say what's that all about??? Why would anyone want to go for an interest rate at that level? Because they don't know any better, that's why!!! Or maybe they are prepared to take on customers who have a bad credit rating, or ones other lenders would refuse credit to. Not a good market to get in eh ... !!!

I've just realised that the car needs an MOT this week. How much hassle is that. Why, oh why do I always leave it to the last minute to get it done?? Because I am ill prepared that's why. I cannot plan anything. Ho hum!!!

Charlton ressies beat Leicester 5-0 last night. Given that most of their reserves are banged up I thought it would have been nearer nein nil !!!!!

Tune of the day: It takes a nation of millions to hold us back - Public Enemy

Scherwing low sweeeet chariots!!!

I stayed in to watch the England rugby team on saturday. Well the question is, what is that all about. Fat blokes running around not knowing what they are doing. Well if I wanted to see that I would have gone to watch the crowd at the Wall v Tranmere game yesterday. That rugby is well overrated. England are without doubt a one man team and the bloke who throws the ball in at lineouts, give it up mate, give it up.

Another football-less weekend. They want a winters break but we have hardly and matches and when we do the footballers get themselves in the shite in La Manga. Unbelievable, truly unbelievable. I was thinking about going to watch Welling v Cambridge City on sat. I say thinking, well I lie. I did think about it for a split second on Friday. But I don't want to pay £8 to watch that pants any more. It used to be fun when it was a fiver but eight squid is toomuchh to watch rubbish.

It's interesting reading on the Charlton email list about the Pompey fans singing during their thrashing on Sat. As the Arse whooped them the able seamen continually chanted we're gonna win 6-5, Blue army etc, etc. Well the Charlton crowd were saying how good it is to see such support, and how much we should all be envious. HELLO!!!! I don't see it like that. What we get in the Prem is apathy. That's why Highbury is called the Library. That's why there is no atmosphere at Stamford the Lion. Northerners don't count cause they live for football, but Portsmouth are glorified Northerners, have you seen the bloke with the bell? You wouldn't want your daughter to bring him home. He might be your son !!!!!

Tune of the day: Georgy Porgy - Eric Benet

Over land and sea, and LEICESTER!!!!

Well what can I say. All the debate is of footballers being above the law, etc, etc. But isn't this what happens when you pay not very bright guys anything from £5k - £20k a week??? If money is no object don't they, or won't they just do what they want to?? It seems straight forward to me.

Anyway onto more important thangs. I bought a new pair of shoes stroke pumps ... now let me know what you think!!!



Do I need a hat to match???

It's another weekend without football. I may have to watch the egg chasing, or then again carry on with my painting. Decisions, decisions ... or not as the case may be.

I was going to ask why tpeoplele wear overcoats that are too small for their suit jackets that hang down. But I won't ... !!!

Tune of the day: Lapdance - N*E*R*D

No sex please, we're ebay?

Reading the latest edition of webuser they tell of a story where someone who tried to sell the 1992 Madonna Sex book had the auction withdrawn due to it's adult nature and it's inappropriateness. Hmmm, I say ... I'm sure CIFC's own "Lil" Kev Everest sold Jemma Jamesons Big Tits and all the bits on there ... or maybe that was me!!!!

A few of us went out for a bite to eat last night. The good old Vietnamese restaurant in Greenwich that does a eat all you can eat for £13.80. Well there were six of us and the bill came to £160 odd. Now work that out and tell me how much was spent on drink. Yep you've got it ... a lot!!! Well when we had paid the bill and were ready to go Leo said to the waiter could Rod have a shot on the house cause it was his birthday. Well after a bit of two'in and fro'in, he turned round and said NO!!! No, I ask you. You have to laugh. At that point we left shaking our heads, sod it lets go to Oliver's. Well let me say, we enjoyed drinking loads more and watching fat girls.

Tune of the day: Full Moon - Brandy

Strange

Now for no apparent reason other than my own self gratification I put up a tune of the day. Generally it's what I have listened to on that given day and thought best captured my mood. However today I entered a debate with some of the CIFC email list that enlightened me. One of them turns out to be a Captain Sensible fan, one a Dire Straits fan and one a Two-tone Jean Michel Jarre lover. Pheeew, luckily I'm a soul boy, cause I couldn't listen to that rubbish. Dire Straits, I ask ya.

Now if there are any IT gurus out there maybe you could help. Today my PC started to hang. Every 5 mins or so, it shuts down for about 5 seconds. Everything stops, including me. Now what's this all about. I have deleted from the cache, defragged, debugged ... but still. Answers on a postcard eh ...!!!!

I'm currently carrying around two mobile phones. It's bloody annoying I tell ya. Oh well ...

I would just like to say how nice it is that the evenings are getting longer. It might make me want to go down the gym in the evening instead of silly o'clock in the morning. Now that's a thought ...

My tune of the day: Caught in the act - the Facts of life

Stop ... Hammer time !!!!

You know there are days when absolutely nothing happens. There is no email banter, no phone conversations, no appertising news, NOTHING. Well Michael Vaughan scored a ton against a Jamaican Second XI. Now that has stirred all of the English Cricket supporters. Ho hum!!!

It says something when the lead news story is Stanley Collymore out and about on a "dogging" trip. I ask you. Pleeeease, move on. Lets have something more interesting ... what has Abi Titmus been up to??

Well I am still lacking any interaction from people over this site. Maybe no one reads it. Most probably the later ... Cheers.

My tune of the day: You will miss me - Pique and Nique

Edu, Edu ... Edu,Edu

You know sometimes words just can't say what you really feel. After five minutes on Sat, well at 3:05 on Sat as I looked over to see all these gloating spotty little herberts I wanted to turn around and go home. Put my tail between my legs and just do one. I didn't. Approximately 85 minutes later when JJ crashed an 18 yard over head against the post I knew that Charlton really were the only club for me!!! I haven't spent the last 30 years suffering just so these johnny come latelies can ride into town and take over what I love. They can't decide that football is de rigor and buy a flask and travel blanked and tell me to 'Siddan'. If I want to stand up I freaking well will. And you can bitch and moan all you like, but I ain't gonna change my ways.

If the supporters club ain't gonna do it, and the VIP Director is more concerned with the Maidstone branch of the supporters club then we have to take back what we had. It is about time REAL Charlton supporters got their club back from the namby pamby, neu riche type of passionless muppets we get now we are in the Prem. It is time that people who want to sing and dance and generally get behind the team are allowed to do so, and not told to be quiet.

Oh, and I got absolutely trollied on Saturday Night. Good work fella ...

My tune of the day: Oliver Kahn - the Charlton faithfull