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