Sunshine on a rainy day ...

Well ... it's the Notting Hill Carnival and you should always wear a clean pair of pants ...

It's been a weird couple of days, well I say weird ... I really mean drunken. Two days at Notting Hill, pail/ pale into insignificance. I'm back at work, quality ... shmollerty.

The Charlton boys lost the plot up at Manchester. Luckily I didn't spend another 100 squids on making the journey. The rain fell for bits of the weekend, but I was also able to get rid - I mean give out the last 50 badges.

I also got through some fine sloe vodka, most of a bottle of Appleton rum, some coors lites ... some buds ... and some patties, fried fish and corn.

Respect to Good Times ... it's always a pleasure to get down to some of the tunes. It does make me laugh when people question attending the Carnival, because it's a bit dodgy. They should try going to Grimsby on a tuesday night.

I hope you dig my Sunday afternoon atire above. Gold was definately a must ... I was strictly blinging.

Anyway, 5 minutes of typing and I haven't moaned ... let's move on.

What is it with people who feel they can sit on a train and put their feet on the seat in front. I'm not talking about Chavvy Dave and the Burberry kid here. I'm talking about supposed respectable suburbanites, with Camper trainers, levis and North Face rucksacks. You know the type. Reading the Observer on a train on a Sunday, that was a tad packed but wouldn't move. I was in pleasant company so didn't bother starting.

Oh and the trains were fcuked this morning. Typical eh. A couple of days off and it all goes pear shaped. Anyway ... how are you Kev? No texts recently !!!!

Have I said how good the Notting Hill Carnival was ... I may have another pic or two for you later on ... so watch this space.

My tune of the day: Beat the Street - Sharon Redd

Try before you buy ...

So old King Cole came back to the Valley and left with his tail between his legs. Now that's a damn shame ... NOT.

I got the Docklands home last night, all the way to Lewisham. When I got out the heavens opened. Now I have seen rain before, but I kid you not it was like a large tap running down. There was water everywhere. All I needed was a mac, some trunks and some vaseline ...

It's bank holiday this weekend so keep it real ...

It's Carnival time ...

My tune of the day: Feeling hot, hot ... hot - Arrow

This bleedin blo(o)ger ...

Just a quick one, I couldn't log on yesterday ... so I wasn't able to wish Carlton Cole a good game ...

Oh my ...

Back later ...

180 degres of seperation ...

So Kelly Holmes has gone and spoilt the party. She's only gone and won a gold medal. Great Britains third gold medal in womens athletics, ever. So how are we going to wallow in our own self pity if they only go and win. Jeeeez and peas.

So back to the Addicks. There are a few Charlton web pages I look at most days, Netaddicks being one of them ... although I do read some of the drivel and tut and Forever Charlton. Forever being a link to most things Charlton, but sometimes they just push you that extra mile. I've just looked at the site and they are singing the praises of the rise in Charlton blogs. To actually quote they say ...

"The humour and insight of the fanzine days is re -emerging."

Yep if you say so. Then they big up some of the stars listing All Quiet, Wyn Grant, and a new one called Reet Smoot. This page is meant to be a stream of conciousness Addick thoughts and left field humour. So it could be written by Graham right? And to top it all his pages also have the entire lyrics to Uptown Top Rankin at the bottom.

Uptown Top Rankin!!!! You're having me on. Althea & Donna at their best. Well back in 1978 it might have been, but really. So a novelty answer record gets the Addicks all shook up. Here's one for you, go get the lyrics for the record that A & D were answering. Trinity's "Three Piece Suit".

It's still summer. Well I think it is. It's now been overcast for the last 4 days and we're counting down to the Bank Holiday. You know it's going to rain come Sunday and Monday. I can't wait.

Oh ... and if anyone wants to buy an autographed Joma Charlton shirt let me know. I won it at the player of the year doo. It's signed by Curbs, most of the first team squad, and even Merv. I'm open to offers.

My tune of the day: Head Cup - Johnny Lover

Surprise, surprise ....

No not that our Paula fcuk-ed up but Shell Jubin from Big Brother had wacked her jubleeee's out on page three. She then justifies this by saying it's "ART", infact Page 3 emancipates women, letting them exploit their assets, earn cash and keep control. Yep, you got it Shell ... all of that and more. I think you may have been wrongly advised.

Anyway, poor old Paula. I was flicking between her race and the Arse game. At about the hour and a half mark it was obvious that Paula was feeling it. All the hype was just ebbing out of her ... it was quite sad to see. I think Brendon Foster hit the nail on the head, when he pointed out that Paula had never run a marathon in the summer, that all her competitors had competed and won in actual races, not time trials like Paula ... and that maybe she wasn't as good as we thought.

And reports today indicate that Asda are Britains biggest clothes store. Bring it on. Now I know where Graham gets all his kit from, I wonder what the Swedish equivalent of Adsa is? Over to you Kev!!!!

Wayne Rooney is addicted to tarts. Southampton have sacked Paul Sturrock. Football, it's a funny ol' game. Oh, I'd just like to thank Shaka Hislop for showing all the goalkeeping skills of a West Indian opening bat. Thanks Shaka.

My tune of the day: Everything's going to be alright - Bobby Womack

By George ....

Well according to this morning news Georgie Best, you remember the one ... he wears womens knickers and a wonder bra, anyway our George has been poking a 19 year old an texting her fiance. Have I missed something here? Have you seen George, he looks a right state!!!

Unbelievable ....

But then we have Mark Wright at Chester. He quit the new football league team two weeks ago, and no one knew why!!! It now appears he was shacked up with one of his players wives. Talk about shit on your own doorstep.

Unbelievable ...

Oh and we won a gold in some sort of yachting/ boating event. Does that mean that all the row boats on the Serpentine will be taken this weekend?

A-Levels ... what's the point? Apart from those triplets going to Cambridge that is. Thanks for that Kev ...

I've decided to do some house work come Sunday. You know put the hoover round, dusting ... even mopping the kitchen floor. I just want to get the flat looking right. Once a year ain't too bad is it?

Here's one for you!!! Watch that Borat's TV programme on Channel Four tonight. It's already had more complaints than most shows, due (sic) in part to the Jewish sketch in the red neck bar.

I missed the BBC 3 programme - "The trouble with Black Men" last night. I was saving myself for Sex, Footballers and Videotape. I bet that ruffled a few feathers ... it made me laugh anyway.

It's the Notting Hill Carnival next weekend. I'm just hoping the sun shines. There's nothing quite like dancing in the streets, with some gin and juice and the sun shinning down. It's got to be Good Times on Sunday.

Anyway ... here's hoping for three points tomorrow ...

"Oh Sarf Landen is wonderful ... Oh Sarf Landen is wonderful ... "

My tune of the day: My Adidas - Run DMC

My hallway ...
My hallway ....

Only in America ....

Well actually in nWoolwich. As Abu Hamza and a few of the other Muslim terror suspects where offered pork for din-dins. They were actually offered "Spicy pork chops suitable for halal diets" yeah right, you'll be telling me that Matt Owen never gets of his high horse next!!!

The beach volleyball is still being shown at the Olympics ... it's as graceful as ballet, er I think.

Oh and the last test starts today. It looks like rain, but knowing the West Indies it's going to be all over by Saturday.

No Charlton news. No new signings, or links ... it's all a bit boring once the season starts. Roll on Saturday then ... the first home game of the season ... I can't wait.

Oh, I've just found a picture I took of my newly decorated hallway. It's soooo much nicer than it was ... what do you think? I've added it above ...

Get in there ...

My tune of the day: Closer - Mr Fingers

Blogging, shmogging ...

Well it seems like everyone is blogging now. There are an infinate number of Charlton bloggers, okay maybe not that many, but all talking the same trash. Some people eh ... some people. Some even moan that they aren't IT savvy, HELLLLO!!!

Anyway, Average Joe finished last night when Melana chose Jason and not Adam. You knew it, didn't you!! It was a bit weird though, as she was tonguing down loads of the blokes. It's not something that you would want to see your gal do on National TV. Anyway, wait for series three when Adam returns.

Back at the Olympics, the Brits have won another medal. A bronze in the butterfly. We've just won another bronze in the canoing, things are looking up.

Oh an Carlton Cole scored two last night. That did make me laugh.

Anyway back to some footie. Well would you believe it, Paul Parkers red and white army won 5-2 away at St Albans. This was after losing at home on Saturday. It seems it all came together and they put on a good show. That might mean I make a visit to Park View Road in the coming weeks, but then again ... maybe not.

It rained again last night. I might have to search ebay for a rain coat. Any suggestions on styles?

My tune of the day: Big Picture - Izzi Dunn

Living in a concrete jungle ...

There I am reading the Metro this morning, the letters page to be precise. We have Ed from Herts, who says "Am I the only one who couldn't give a monkey's about the Olympics?"

Well thanks Ed ... thanks for that insite in your psyche. A monkeys about the Olympics ... jeeeez. Maybe one of the only events that brings the world together, cutting through racial, religious, ginger tensions. What's the betting that Ed, is a merchant, or maybe 25 stone or just shite at sport???

I would have to agree with Clive from London though. Why is tennis an Olympic sport?

So the West Indies threw away the latest test. You enjoy it, it won't last.

Oh, thanks to Kev for pointing out it is national cleavage week.

And as for Charlton, I'm still annoyed at their showing on Saturday. It's about time they actually showed a bit of passion.

My tune of the day: Back in the day - Frankie Knuckles

Apologies ...

To start, it was all a bit hectic on friday. I just didn't have time to put anything up. Oh well.

Secondly, it would have been nice to hear Curbs send out an apology to all us mugs that had traipsed up to Bolton on Saturday. I would say it will be a long time before I do it again. £30 for this, £25 for that, a beer ... a train, a night out in Blackpool ... shucks ... "MUG" ain't the word is it.

I have to say I just didn't get it. The same old short comings, no urgency ... lack of skill, no actual ball winner, no flair ... oh my, it's going to be a long hard season. If I was Danny Murphy I'd be having words with my agent.

Anyway, Blackpool was ... er, Blackpool. Normal muppetry going on, lots of tattooed ladies, drunken bums and kiss me quick hats. I've definitely got to get one of those. It was a rather quiet affair ... getting in at 4 in a vodka induced drunken stooper ... oh what a great setee that was.

I'm not sure what the problem is with ths hysteria over Team GB's cwap showing at the Olympics. We ain't that good. We did get a silver in the synchronized diving. Roll on the underwater hockey.

My tune of the day: H*A*P*P*Y - Edwin Starr

Rucksack rage ...

What is it with these jokers that come on trains wearing their best rucksacks? That would be a packed train, and they don't remove them!!! Blimey ... some people.

Added to the old yawny crew, the garlic crew, the read a broadsheet crew ... and the I want a seat for my bag crew, train journeys are really a bore.

It seems like Chelsea have had to stump up another £1.5 million in regards to the Carlton Cole thingamybob. Another bit of money to put towards a few extra players. So what next? Another striker, a midfield holding player ... ???? Well we are all watching with bated breath, It's been a weird week.

I hope you are all wearing your "LiveSTRONG" wristbands. If NOT go out and get one, wear it with pride ... you know it makes sense.

It's raining in Manchester ... Old Trafford. There's a surprise.

I'm having a curry at lunch time. Well I say a curry, but it will be lamb chops and sag gost. It's because I've been at Hatstand for a year, one whole year. Blimey, time does fly ... when you're having fun.

My tune of the day: Give me your love - Sisters Love

Ciao, Paolo ... it was good

So he's gone. Left us to return to his home in Rome. It was only a year but it was fun. The chipped penalty against the Arse, the tumble in the box at Leicester, the turning inside out of John Terry on Boxing day - that one was definitely worth it just to see the look on Wendals face once I had got up to the Manor.

As I say it has been good ... you'll always have a place Paulo.

Anyway, with one door shutting another always opens. Would you believe it ... two England international signing on at the Valley. Never in a million year. I've been texting all the Spudz fans I know, but had no reply ... surprised eh !!!! Danny Boy said that he wanted to work for an experienced English manager and the Fox in the box must just be happy to feel wanted.

Roll on Bolton.

I'm up in Blackpool this weekend. I get there early Saturday, have a few drinks then hot foot it across country to Horwich Parkway. Oh I can't wait. Am I allowed to put LOL here ... or should I actually say laugh out loud.

My tune of the day: My First Mistake - Michael Watford

Peaches and cream ....

And snow covered mountains, these are a few of my favourite things.

But if you lived in Walsall or Woolwich well last night painted a very different picture. If you watched that Darcus Howe programme on Channel Four you would not be going to the Bescott or hanging at the first McDonald's to be opened in the UK. You'd be keeping yourself to yourself, nuff said.

I did actually understand what the people were saying. There you have the Muslim Crew talking about how they don't like this lot, that lot ... and how in 20 years time we'd be living in Pakistan. Hmmm ... I don't think so. It's alright to believe that if your living in your little utopia, but in the big wide world it ain't happening. It was interesting to see that some of the Muslim youth saw Osama Bin Laden as a hero, as opposed to Bush/ the Jews/ the Blacks ... everybody really. To me it's more to do with religion than actually colour. Religion ... what that's all about I don't know ... but it keeps the masses quiet.

Moving on, there's a one page spread in the Sun (yes Kev still reading it) today about how the Ferrieras aren't a real indication of a typical Asian family today. You're having a laugh aint ya? Not typical!!! Really???

Yep, all the first names are of different origins ... a Hindu name, a Muslim name and a Ronny!!! They have a Portuguese surname, and they all drink in the pub.

Then it says how in Bad Girls we have the worst Jamaican accent since Jim Davidson. It's because the woman playing her is African. It's like me playing a Yorkshire man ...

Anyway all the Charlton boys are holding their collective breaths today. Why, we've been linked to a couple of players. I'm not going to name them, cause I'll put a hex on it, but I'm hoping, jeeeezx am I hoping.

My tune of the day: Assatta Dub - Asian Dub Foundation

Go on my son ...

So here we have it. Faria actually loved Sven. She even had to stop an interview when she said he'd go back to Nancy. Now read between the lines. A PA working in London on £38k has a flat in Tooley Street and drives a porsche. Yeah right. I think she actually loved the money ... call me old fashioned.

I had a weird weekend. I went out friday night to Play. I drank loads, had a good boogie, crossed paths with Mr Fight the World .... lost Gary and Glen, back to Plaistow ... fell asleep.

It's just dawned on me that I'm going to Bolton on Saturday. I do put myself in some positions. Why, oh why, oh why. We ain't signed anyone as well ... blimey.

I played cricket yesterday for the Charlton Gonads. We lost, but hey it was enjoyable. Well sort of, ish ... hmmmm, I think so anyway. Some peoples expectations though, oh well.

I'm thinking about getting an airconditioning/ fan unit. But is it worth it? For a couple of weeks a year ...

Oh and make sure you watch Channel Four tonight at 11. Darcus Howe presents ... !!!!!
My tune of the day: Annie, I'm not your daddy - Kid Creole

Strawberries Rock ...

It could be the name of a new form of music, but in fact it's my lunch and how I've fallen into a Strawberry eating trap. With fresh cream .... mmmmm.

I put this first as I should have started with good old Dubya, and his quote. You know the one ... the one thats been on the news ... yep that one ...

"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we," George Bush told an audience of military brass and Pentagon chiefs. "They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."

It's the sort of thing that Mervyn Day would have said ... ya get me.

It's the end of BB tonight ... TFFT

My tune of the day: The Ghetto - Donny Hathaway

The Mile High Monster ...

So there we have it. I undertook my first speed dating session last night. There we had about 30 women all in a line, waiting for their Prince Charming. The only problem was that there were about 15 off us. Wendalls birthday party. 15 blokes all with dodgy name, mine being Terry Cooper ... trying to keep the conversation flowing. I would say that after about 10 "dates" I was out. I'd had enough. Mundane chat, jeeeez, what do you do? what brings you here? where do you live?

No thank you ...

It was an experience. But I don't think I am a Prince Charming.

So they voted out Stuart. Not really a surprise, but I can't believe that people want Nadia to win. It's easy, right, it makes you feel good, right, it makes you think you are doing the right thing, right?

Bollies ...

It's a great marketing ploy, a right-on factor ... even Davina says the votes closer than you think. How do I know? How do I know that the voting even counts?

Oh, I'm having my hair cut tonight. I'm not too sure what style tho ... and then I'm going out for another set of birthday drinks. It's Matts birthday. That's Matt of Matt and Claire fame ... and that's Claire of Claire and Ruth. If ya get me.

My tune of the day: Love don't live - Michael Proctor

Happy Birthday ...

Mr Wendell.

Twenty Seven ... blimey how time flies!!!!

It suddenly dawned on me as I stood in the queue at Tescos, exactly how stupid some people are. I'm sure I've mentioned stupidity before, but what the heck. As I was queuing in an aisle I left a slight gap to allow trolleys etc to pass. I had my headphones on, and was whistling a happy tune. Then a woman came and stood in front of me. I said excuse me, she looked at me and cut her eyes to the heavens. Excuse me I replied I am actually in the queue. She turned and was confronted by the twenty or so people behind me who were all muttering. She said nothing and was on her way. Next I had a bloke come up to me and say ...

"Are you waiting in the queue ...?"

No I should have said, I'm waiting for me bleedin' bus. It beggars belief, it really does.

Anyway I had more strawberries and cream for my lunch. I think I look like a strawberry.

I actually got my new phone today. The Nokia 7250. I think that's the one. But it's the new one with a 1mb pixel camera. Should lead to some fun. I did have to sit there and transfer my contacts over one by one. It's a new network provider and could I get my PC Bluetooth to work.

Answers on a postcard.

I'm in serious need of a haircut. I think I'll have to cultivate my fro'.

My tune of the day: Hola - Junior Jack

What's in a title ... ???

You have to laugh at peoples views.

There was a guy on the Charlton POB list stating that he only has a high regard for the sanctuary of marriage, but also for a stable relationship like Sven and Nancy. He then goes on to call Faria Alam a slapper. Ho hum is what I say ... you can't have it all can you?

Back in the Big Brother house, it really is getting quite boring. Sod Nadia, Dan, Shell and Stu. The only one worth watching is Jason, but all that happens there is he gets slagged off left right and centre. What's wrong with the fact that he doesn't like the rest of the idiots? At least he ain't being false about it.

Team handsome ... my arse.

I would like to thank people for their comments. But could you leave your names!!! How can I reply if I don't know who I'm replying to. Also I do have a forum where you can leave me a message ... oh you don't want to ... your loss.

I was reading Living etc on the way to work this morning. I was pleased to see that wooden flooring is making a comeback. So last year it was carpet, the year before lino ... blimey, I'm not too sure what else you can put down.

Good on Rio for wearing da fro. It's a tad picky, picky ... I'm sure his mum will get the comb out.

My tune of the day: Chic Mystique - Chic

David Grey ate my hamster

You know ... I have nothing to say today.

I had a quiet weekend, going to Luton on Saturday and Bexley on Sunday to wield da willow.

I'm still loving the sunshine ...

Oh ... and another thing. People should really get out more. I went to the Jazz Cafe on Thursday, and said on Friday I was "Shagged" ... that's shagged as in tired, not as in SHAGGED - making love to a beautiful lady ... whoooooooooooosh

My tune of the day: Photograph of Mary - Trey Lorenzo