One of those days ...

It's FA Cup 5th round draw day and the final day of the transfer window. So it could be quite interesting. However I just get that feeling that it's going to be one of those days. So what makes me believe that? Well I just know.

I got up this morning to realise that I had put my 3 week old annual travel card in the wash. Luckily it was a 40 degree cycle not a bleedin boil wash. Also luckily you can still make out what it is, even though it's a tad sodden. The lady at Cannon Street told me I should come back when it's dry. She has to put it through the machine and if it's too wet it will rip it to shreds. Silly me.

I also got in to work today at 07:55. There was an appointment scheduled for 08:15 and the reception doesn't open until 9. I gave the chap my number to call when he was downstairs so I could let him in. So I had a sense of feeling that I needed to be there. Guess what? He never showed up. Yep, he called at 10:00 to give some cock and bull. Jeez, I could have had an extra half hour in bed. Some would say I need all the beauty sleep I can get.

What with the transfer window being hours away, Charlton have announced that Graham "Bobby" Stuart has departed for Narwich. I would say that he's been a saint. He never let us down in five and a half years that he was with us. I remember his debut and goal at West Ham, when Johnny Barnes ran the show. Oh how time flies. I would say that I am surprised that he lasted this long. We signed him from Sheffield United and he seemed to be on the way down. But then again what do I actually know? Nothing ...

I do remember Curbs saying that he wouldn't let anyone go unless we got someone in. So I don't expect anymore activity then this afternoon.

I was thinking about the Liverpool game tomorrow. It will be quite weird seeing the Pool without that little shit Owen in their team. Ever time we play them, we all sit there as he tries to win himself a penalty. He goes to ground more times than Heskey, and that's saying something.

I had one of those quiet weekends. I was meant to go out on Saturday but was let down by the usual suspects. No call, phones ringing through. Typical I say ... just let me know. I ended up watching the Bourne Supremacy and American Idol. I know how to live.

My tune of the day: Ma Mi Mama - Louie Vega

Missed the boat ...

Right then. We beat the green and white striped demi-gods. Well I say that, because that's the way they have been perceived by public and press alike. Yes, yes ... lets take nothing away from them. Let's use words like capable, plucky, resilient, footballers ... lets give them the praise they deserve and lets pat tem on the back. Then lets see them off to concentrate on the job in hand.

Having seen the addicks huff and puff against the likes of Dagenham, Walsall, Gillingham and even Exeter over the last few seasons, I'm putting Saturdays performance right up there. We were never behind, we played within ourselves ... and we got lucky with the ELKS goalline clearance with minutes remaining. But that's a load of what ifs. What id your mother was your father???? Yeah, yeah ...

It was actually interesting seeing the team go back to a 4-4-2 formation, giving Bartlett another body up the top. Having read about Frannys lack of faith in Curbs I was hoping for a lot more from the Scouser. To say I was disappointed, well is an understatement. If I had it all to prove I would have put a bit more into it than Franny did. When he lost the ball he just skulked back. People have the audacity to have a go at Lisbie!!! At least he chases back, creates his own chances ... and wants to play for the team. That's not what I saw from our Franny. Anyway ... what do I know, I'm just one amongst a mass.

Yippee, lets all give Yeovil a big hand. Yes, littleuns ... time for bed.

It was a strange place the Valley on Saturday. I fortook my usual seat and went up the back of the North Upper. I was able to stand for the whole game, and was able to join in with a whole 90 minutes of vocal support. All in all, there were about 30 people doing the same. A few others joined in sporadically, and a few times there was a "na .. na .. na" and a clap around the whole ground. It's not what I would say a fearsome, partisan crowd. It's a middle England ... sit back and entertain us sort of crowd. The sort that seems to be bused in from Folkestone. Hey, but what do I know ... we've got loads of seats to fill. Especially when the ground goes up to 40 thousand. Hey what do I know !!!!

Anyway we are in the hat ... and thats what's important.

My tune of the day: When the red red robin - Billy Cotton and his band

I love DVD's ...

Especially if you go to buy The Pajama Game and get Big Breasts of Passion. How come that has never happened to me. What was so funny though, is that the church going (!!!) couple who it happened to watched the damn film all the way through. They couldn't believe what they were seeing!!!! HELLLOOOO ... typical. I'll watch a bit of smut and complain. It sounds like something they would do in Somerset.

Talking of Zummerzet .... it's the Yeovil game tomorrow. They are making all the right noises,l butn I hope that Charlton just keep quiet and turn up and do a job. It would be that easy ... wouldn't it??? This is Charlton.

I was going to go to the gym and do a spin class. But I think I'll give myself a day off. In fact what I may do is go for a jog tomorrow morning. A nice traipse round Lewisham is what the dictor ordered. I haven't actually run since Brazil ... well I didn't do any last Saturday. I prefer the ball into my feet. No chance playing for CIA FC.

Anyway there's a Swear sample sale up in Brick Lane ... so I have to be rushing ...

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

Haircut 100 ...

It was 10:30 last night when Ged came round to cut my hair. It only takes him about 15 minutes as he's got it off to a tee. I've had the same sort of cut for about 5 years. It's time for a radical cut .. maybe a Bern, or a Matt ... or I could go for a Graham. Jeff, there's no chance of me copying you ... okay!!!!

Well blogger was playing up all day yesterday so I couldn't get on. It's such a shame because I had so much to say. About Rodley Marsh, the cricket, Liverpool ... oh well lets move on.

I'm actually loking forward to the Cup match on Saturday. It's been a while since I saw Charlton play a new team, and they have never played Yeovil in a competative match. We're actually onto a hiding or nothing. Damned if we win damned if we lose. But I'd like to see us play Franny again. He needs to get some games under his belt and once he scores, he'll get a hatfull. That's what I think anyway ... but what do I know.

I'm having second thoughts on a newish car. I think I'll get a setee instead. I really dont need a car, well not another one. It just sits outside gathering pigeon shit. It's not like I spend my time on the motorway driving up and down is it. I say let the train take the strain.

My tune of the day: Invitation - Norman Connors

Blimey ...

I've had trouble logging on to dis shite all day. It's not good ... and I've now lost my thunder.

Oh well ... I'll be back tomorrow with more ramblings ...

My tune of the day: Golden time of day - Loose Ends

Poor old Jeff ...

Well, I deliberately didn't tell the tale of Jeff "Bones" Prior scoring a spectacular own goal on Saturday. I didn't think it was necessary. Poor old Jeff, making his first appearance in a number of months wellied the ball some 20 yards past the startled keeper. His own keeper. There was no moaning, groaning at the time ... so I didn't want to be the first to bring it up. But Jeff thinks he missed out. Missed out on his chance of being ridiculed. Oh well.

I would have to say that the own goal was definitely spectacular. It was without doubt the best/ worst own goal seen for many a year. It would take Poor old Jeff a good few years to repeat the task, but I don't think he has a few years left in his playing career. But he has more than Bern.

So Jeff, I hope tat helps in your quest for world domination ...

Winter is finally here. It's f'n cold. So I put my thermals on, my sheepskin boots, my padded jacket and shades before I set off to work. I then got on the train to be greeted by the hottest place this side of the equator. Yep, somebody at British Rail had stoked the fire. So we all stood there sweating, coughing and spluttering.

I was going to go to the Ressies last night. It was at the Valley and it was against Leicester. But you know what? I couldn't be bothered. I couldn't brag myself to get in the car and drive 20 minutes to SE7. It may have had something to do with my desire for my bed. I was so knackered. Maybe my 27 years have caught up on me. Anyway they won 2-0, Lisbie got sent off ... and according to Smudge, Curbs looked like a chav in a burb scarf.

I see that Wetherspoons is banning smoking. Yep all it's pubs will be smoke free zones from May 2006. Now please can you tell me what that's about? May 2006!!!! You either do it or you don't. No smoking ... NOW, or just leave it. I think they may ban drinking yet ... you never know.

I did laugh this morning when I saw Mark Hughes going on about El-Hadji Diouf diving to win the game for Bolton. I seem to remember Mark Hughes fall to the ground after colliding with Carl Tiler up at Everton a good few years ago. Tiler got the red and we went on to lose 3-0. Hughesy ... get over yourself ...

My tune of the day: Open Sesame - Kool and the Gang

My legs are killing me ...

In fact I jest. I was a little tired but not too bad after running around on a football pitch on Saturday. The Carlton Internet team made a reappearance, in a match against the Hayes Lane Ultrix ... well Bromley supporters. We actually won 3-1 so it was a great way to start the weekend. It was quite funny being asked why none of us were going to Everton. Maybe due to the fact that I haven't seen us win there, the pricing of matches, the pricing of travel, the standard of travel ... you all know what I'm talking about. It also seems I have a point. Trains from Euston were suspended on Saturday morning due to a fatality in Brum, and engineering works. It took the inspector six and a half hours to get to Goodison. Now I've been there done that ...

Anyway that aside, the boys pulled off another 1-0 victory. They are becoming a very hardworking, industrious unit and if you think that Everton are currently fourth in the table that result is just the ticket. It's funny that when a team don't play well Charlton don't get the credit. It's not us stopping them playing but them having an off day. Marcus Bent had his worst ever game ... but nothing to do with the ELK or Fortune having him in their pocket. Oh well ... bring on Yeovil. You know where I'm going with that though ... don't you.

I had a good Saturday night. Out at the Poet in the City with the Plaistow lot, Claire, Matt, Ruth, Keely, Alex. We seemed to be the first there and the last out. I'm not sure how that works either ... but it was a good night out.

I just had a look at fridays contibution. I actually got 9 comments which must be a record ... but it's quite disappointing that people still want to identify themselves, or give a clue to who they may be. Some do ... and I find it funny when I can work it out, but hey if you want to hide behind your moniker you keyboard warriors you ... well!!!!

Bez won Celebrity BB ... it actually died on it's feet, the old damp squib, but good luck to him. The sixth series starts in a few weeks so I'm sure I'll have some comments to make. Personally I can't think of anything worst than sitting in that house for two months ...

I've just had a great bannana and papaya smoothie. This afternoon I'm going to have a pear and kiwi fruit one. I know how to live ...!!!

My tune on the day: Set them free - Kenny Bobien

Only in America ...

So that's what it takes to get some comments. For Smudges record I didn't get laid. I was out with the bwoys at the End ... had a wickedy, wickedy night ... but deffo no laying.

Put your hands in the air ...

I believe ...

in eating well and drinking well. I believe that the best times in life involve a meal with people you love. I believe that food should be more than simple sustenance. I believe in dessert, especially death by chocolate. I believe that life can be hard and we should take pleasure where we can. I believe in freshly squeezed juice in one hand a glass of wine in the other. I believe in laughing. I believe in fat chips ... or phat chips. I believe in drinking too much and snogging someone you shouldn't. I believe in excess. I believe in smiling at a stranger on the tube, especially when they have big tits. I believe in singing for no aparant reason. I believe in ridiculous dancing. I believe in having a dark secret in your record collection and in your cellar. I believe in waking up and not remembering. I believe that the best place for a tie is around your wrists. I believe in chancing your arm. I believe in dressing up. I believe in dressing down. I believe in dressing slowly for someone else. I believe in telling people what I really think. I believe in the dying art of the grand entrance ...

My tune of the day: I believe - Stevie Wonder

You can wear that with jeans ...

I seem to remember a poll some time ago asking Charlton fans what their preferred colour for the away kit would be. I also remember that the majority of people thought it should be white with maybe red or black shorts. Now it's occurred to me that the club will be launching new home and away kits next summer and I've staking my reputation on the fact that we will have a white away kit. It's going to be white with a smidging of red on it, around the collar, under the arms ... you get the picture. But I'm not feeling it. We won't be able to wear it at Southampton, even at Sunderland if they get promoted, at Arsenal it's a bit silly given their red and white thing. So I say this, what's the point in an away shirt. I thought it was to wear if the home kit clashed with the team you were playing. That would mean that the home team would be wearing red and white, or some play on those colours. Which would mean, or should mean that we wear a kit that doesn't have red or er, white. Maybe yellow, maybe blue ... okay maybe not, maybe a black and pink combo. That would be my choice ... a la Juventus, a black and pink striped number. I can see the fatties now, I'll have the new away kit in XXXL ... oh and the matching pink shorts ...

Word on the street is that next Monday, 24th January will be the worst for winter blues. So what's the difference between this monday coming and last monday? Or the monday after that? Or after that? A monday is a monday, is a monday. They all sh*te ...

Word is also out that porridge is the new black. Sales of porridge are on the increase, and it's supposedly good for getting rid of fat necks!!!!

My tune of the day: Love won't give up - Kenny Bobien

The King is dead ... long live !!!!

Well he was alive and kicking in the film I watched last night ... Bubbahotep. An absolute corker of a film having the King and John F Kennedy in a nursing home down in Texas fighting an old Egyptian Mummy. If you want to watch a throw away film, this is the one.

It was good to see Liverpool take the FA Cup seriously last night. They stuck out a few fringe players and some younguns, and they got beaten. Now I'm sure Benitez knows what he's doing ... in fact I hope he doesn't ... but anyway, the FA Cup isn't important to Liverpool.

Still no action on the transfer front. In fact there have been a few rumours but nothing quite concrete. One of the most interesting ones is Mark Fish to Fulham. Now I'm not sure how this would work, but Fish does seem to be a bit overweight at the moment. Having just come back from injury that's fine but I'm not sure how quickly he could fit into the Fulham back four. Theres also talk of us being in for Nathan Ellington, Heidar Helguson, and Bill Tchato. Now I ask you. Bill Tchato, who just happens to be a Cameroonian left back. Do we need another left back? What do I know ...? I am not Curbs ..!!!!

I can't believe it's Wednesday already. The weeks fly when you're having fun.

My tune of the day: Guarantee For My Heart - Cheryl Lynn

Mr Nasty ...

It seems like Curbo wants to take my role. Well according to the Metro this morning. It seems Curbs is happy to dish out "tough love" ... well now we're talking. No one is guaranteed a run in the team, and he doesn't care that some of the boys are pished off. That's exactly what we want to hear, but come on it's a no story ... a no brainer. Yeah, Jason Euell, Bryan Hughes, Franny Jeffers are all disappointed that they are not playing. But they are still wedged up. They are still all talking home an obscene amount of dough a week. So as pished as they say they are ... I'm sure it's said with a glint in the eye.

So the British public have voted out bad bwoy John McCririck. Now come on, is this the worst piece of voting in the history of Big Brother. I've been catching glimpses of it, and the only thing worth watching was Big John. His ranting, his raving ... it's been great. And when you compare him to Kenzie, Jeremy, Caprice who do absolutely nothing ... well, talk about shoot yourself in the foot. Oh well ... it's nearly Wednesday and Desperate Housewives ...

I've just realised that I don't spend half as much time chatting about my journeys to work. I'm sure I used to be bitter and twisted about the 45 minute journey. Maybe it's me ... mellowing now that I'm 27. But this morning. Well I ask you, it was one of those trips. To start with we had a yawn off, as two suited (and I do think their suits hadn't been dry cleaned since before christmas) city bods yawned from Hither Green right through to London Bridge. I yawn, you yawn ... we all yawn. No hands covering their mouths ... just breathing their shit onto anyone near by. What ever happened to hankies up your sleeves? Then we had the platform okee kokee. Where we all got sent to platform three, then told to go to platform two ... only to be told whoops, platform alteration ... go to platform three. Yep, thanks Mr Railannouncer, was that you're play of the day?

My tune of the day: What am I gonna do - Jimmy Sommers ft. Rahsaan Patterson

Feed the ELK ...

It's a funny old game ... given that we hadn't beaten Brum at home in the Premier league. When Super Mario equalized I think we were all sitting there thinking "Ere we go again!" But credit where credits due, old Curbo went back to the old 4-4-2 and blimey what happened. Two strikers on the pitch, they start passing to each other ... and Bobs yer uncle, two goals. It's easy ... it's an easy game this footie.

I would have to say it was a typically crap middle of the table game. Lots of thwacking the ball up from both teams. But Brum had two big strikers so they were utilising the thwacking a bit better than we were. Bartlett was trying, in fact he won a few headers but there wasn't anyone to head the damn ball onto. It's actually quite interesting, and I think quite worrying to see the flack that some of the players get. Bartlett for example is constantly the butt of criticism. I don't see it myself, as he runs, jumps heads the ball. He even scored a goal ... whoopeee ... so I'm not sure what else he could do. But then again some people want the moon on a stick, no, no ... no .. they want Ronaldo or Jimmy Greaves on a stick. Come on people we can only play with what we've got ... get behind the boys.

I had a nice Sunday. I actually made it over to Columbia Road to have a look at the flower market. I've been putting it off for months, but I went over to Bethnal Green to see Duncan. It was good to see him now he's out of rehab, and it was quite eye opening to hear the stories. The sectioning was one for the book. I would say that Columbia Road is well worth a visit. Go with twenty quid and you will come home with a house full. My front room is a haven for exotic flowers. I may have to do it more often.

So at what point do you stop wishing people a happy new year? I haven't seen some people yet this year and when I see them what do I do?

The Charlton Internet Football Club are re-emerging. It all started with an email on friday, now we have a new web page, some new players and a game arranged for this coming saturday. It's a game against Bromley FC supporters, so if anyone wants a game ... mail me.

My tune of the day: Yesterday - Marvin Gaye

Super size me ...

There's adverts everywhere telling us we can buy one and get one free. Yep, MacEe Dee are saying today is Quarter Pounder with Cheese Day (or in France it's the Royale with cheese day.) But at what point would you really want two lardy old burgers? I thought we were trying to do away with overly obese kids and their golightly parents, but it appears that was just a fad.

Talking of fads, I've been juicing it like a goodun. This morning I had a juice/ smoothie made from a pink grapefruit, a paw-paw, three oranges and some spiralina. I tell you if I can keep this up I'm going to look more buff in a few months. That's more buff than I already do ... if you get me. Last night I juiced up some apples, pineapple, oranges and grapes ... and I'm more regular now than I have been in months. I'm not going to touch the apricots though.

I was having a chat with Wilhelm and blondie yesterday on messenger. The blonde one started saying that I had lost my edge, that I was just waffling, that maybe I was bitter. I did laugh. Bitter, I am generally bitter, it's just the way I am ... unfortunately my glass is half empty. I've tried to get it half full ... but my cards always take me past 21. I'm always bust ... kerching!!!

I had a call yeterday about the car I think I want to get. There may be a good one coming up, but I'm getting the feeling that it may be out of my price range. I'm going to have to do some serious thinking. Sod it ... I should just buy the thing ...

I've just been sent the link to a concentration test. I've tried it ... but it's difficult. I nearly got close once, but see if you can do it ... Concentration test ...

After the exploits in the Cup it's back to the toil of the league tomorrow. We've got Birmingham, and it's dawned on me that we haven't beaten them at home since they've been back in the Prem. But the Savage won't be playing, he's still in the dog house. It will be interesting to see if Heskey stays on his feet now he's in the Midlands and not the Icey North. But then again when he was at Leicester he played a bit like Tonya Harding on a good day. We'll have to wait and see. It seems like Fortune may be missing and that mean the Fish would be back in. Given his cameo last week, he seems slower, over-weight, but as crap as ever. If I was Heskey I'd put on my best climbing boots. See, my glass is always half empty, or should that be half full ... Oh I can't remember ...

The suns shinning outside ... I think it's time to get my shades out.

My tune of the day: Circles - Nina Jayne featuring Roy Ayers

Happy Birthday King of Sweden

Not to Bern, in fact he can sod off ... but to me. A year ago today I put up my first blog on this site, and here I am a year later. Whooopeeee, I hear you say ... but hey I'm enjoying it.

It's in the paper this morning. The Jason Euell story. It seems that Harry Redknapp wants Jase to help in their relegation fight. But they want him on loan!!!! Yeah, I can really see that. How many players have we got in our squad? How many can we afford to loan out? Indeed, it just doesn't add up ... but then again I'm not Curbs so what do I know.

My new New York smoothie maker turned up this morning. So instead of a toasted bagel, or a sausage sandwich I'm having a blitzed grapes/ oranges and spirulina juice drink. The problem is that I've got to keep it up ... the question is whether I'll be doing this in two months time? It's the way forward.

Seems like the Queen has been taking a leaf out of Phillips book. She's quoted as saying that Paris will win the vote for the 2012 Olympics and she says that there was a serious lack of support amongst Londoners. Yep, you go gal. On the pulse of what Londoners really want. A serious lack of support ... what does that mean? I think that the majority of Londoners want the Olympics, because we can see the benefits. An increase in funding for transport, new stadia, a communal feeling throughout the city ... we could go on. It's typical of the Royal family though ... and I'm not going to comment on Harry ... party pooper

My tune of the day: It's a beautiful life - Dennis Ferrer

Birthday wishes ...

Belated wishes to old Bern who I think turned 37 yesterday. He doesn't actually look a day over 36, but what do us 27 year olds know.

The word on the street is that Jason Euell will be allowed to leave. Now I'm not sure how this works, but how can you let your top goal scorer for the past 3 season leave, just like that? Because he has thrown a strop or two I think, or maybe he has voiced his concerns at being left out of the team. It seems like a fair point though ... if you were Euelly would you be asking the same questions?

Still no news on any new signings. I won't be holding my breathe ... oh hold on, we could see a mad rush come the 31st and get Robbie Thingy and Jespar Watshisname.

I watched a bit of Big Brother yesterday. I'm not sure what to actually make of it. There we have a bloke who won't talk, a woman who could drop dead at any moment ... another woman who coped the hump and bolted, and a group of Zombies a la Shaun of the Dead. Entertainment, your having a laugh. It's more than just entertainment ... it's a bleedin life choice.

I was having another flick through the Sun today and there's an article about "How to change the bloke you've got into the man you dreamed of."

Sorry ... !!!

This is so unbelievable. Can someone explain why a woman would be with/ marry a bloke she didn't really (in an ideal world) want? It wouldn't be something to do with being left on the shelf ... would it? The old body clock ticking, so they have to make do!!! Thought as much. I just don't get it myself ... you try and change me and you'll get short thrift.

"Oh I don't get ya hair ..." "You're clothes are a bit excessive." "You're a bit too freaky ...!!!"

I say freak that ... this is me ... live with it. I am as they say ... a one off.

My tune of the day: Does it feel good - BT Express

It's raining men ...

Well not quite in Carlisle, but jeeeez how much rain does one man want. It doesn't actually bare thinking about, how the rain can just cause so much damage but after the last few weeks who are we to doubt the elements. As I know a few people in Carlisle I emailed them to see hgow things were. Given that I hadn't spoken to them for a while it was good to hear that they were all okay. Unfortunately they know some people who actually lost everything. Not good ... Carlisle floods

We had some rain down Sarf last night but not too much, there was some wind as well ... but I didnt think it was that bad. That was until I picked up the paper this morning to see, well what could only be described as the end of an era. The old Lime Tree down in Canterbury, the one in the cricket ground has been blown down. Can you believe it ... 150 years of history ... the felled tree

Well the stiffs took one hell of a beating last night off of the Palarse. Four nil it was, oh well I think I can let them have that one.

A point of note, why do people who are walking down the stairs just suddenly stop then turn and try to come straight back up. This is during rush hour when the stairs are loaded and there are clearly defined rules, yes rules of thumb to what one must do. You should walk to the top then come down on the correct side. Am I asking just a bit too much?

It's just started raining here, time to buckle down the hatches ...

My tune of the day: Big Mistake - Alexander Hope

Number 19 ...

Paul Hardcastle will be turning in his grave ... not literally, but you get the point.

We crept past Rochdale, giving them a day to remember. We even gave them a condescending clap as they left the pitch. It was like patting a boy on his head who had tried his hardest, or clapping those idiots at the London Marathon in deep sea divers outfits. You know what I mean. It was oh so NOT Charlton. When was the last time we could smugly clap a team. Answers on a postcard.

Anyway 4-1 was an acceptable score, given that Rochdale played quite well, but class told in the end ... **splutters on his coffee**.

It gets better. We've drawn Yeovil ay home. Another League two side, but they are top and still in the Coca-Cola Cup. But come on, if we are going to progress in this damn thing then we have to play and beat Yeovil. Yes, No ... answers again on a postcard.

I was just thinking if Charlton have ever played Yeovil. I think they have in a friendly but not in a competitive game. So it's going to be something new for everyone. I have actually been to see Evil play and it was at their old ground, the sloping Huish. There were four of us supporting Welling that day, and the Wings scored a goal for each of us in a 4-0 win. It was so typically Welling as this was a Wednesday night and on the previous Saturday they had been beaten 4-0 by Chorley. I remember that it was 4-0 after 25 minutes so we all ended up in the bar. Good time? Get yourself another postcard.

Here's a question for you ...? Have you ever felt like you've been shat on from a great height? Er, no postcards needed here.

My tune of the day: Blaze of Glory - Pharrel ft Clipse

Running round wembley with our willys hanging out ...

Well not literally, and not Wembley. But hey you get the picture. It's that special time of the year. It's FA Cup third round Saturday. When we all dream of lifting the old trophy in May, but in reality get shafted by some tin pot lower division team, who I could play for. I remember when we played Exeter. We won the game 3-1, but how hard was it. Two JJ overheads sealed it, but Exeter looked quite good. This is the same Exeter who at the end of the season came bottom of the Football league and went out of the league. Yep, we can make a cows ear look like a silk purse.

I won't dwell on the Gillingham game, or the Dagenham one, or the Walsall one ... but it's not been pretty viewing over the last few years. Apart from Coventry away. Remember that one!! When we went 2-0 down their fans were singing "Can we play you every week." Well can you guess what our song was when Andy Hunt had put us 3-2 ahead. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to work that out. Then it all kicked off around the streets of Coventry as we walked back to the train station. You have to laugh.

Anyway ... we've got Rochdale tomorrow. This is Cyril Smiths team who have been in the bottom league for about 30 years. Well I wish them a good day out, but just that a good day out ... then we can pack them off home. Do you think I believe that? Yeah right ...

Anyway onto more important issues. It's Celebrity Big Brother. Whoooosh!!! Brigitte Nielsen has already flashed her kitty and John McCRIRICK says he likes big breasts. Blimey, thats a new one on me. It's quite funny that they have got someone from Blazin Squad in there. Now is that what they call scrapping the bottom of the barrel??

Oh and another thing. It's been reported that British women spend about £100,000 on clothes in a lifetime. That works out at £214 a month. Now I know some women that wouldn't spend £214 in a year, and some men that wouldn't spend that in a lifetime. They have one jacket, one pair of jeans ... jeeez.

Oh and finally, well played Paulo. He lead Lazio to a 3-1 win over the old enemy Totti and the boys.

My tune of the day: Now I can see - Kenny Bobien

The wonders of the internet!!

Yep, you can just about do anything now. We live in a technological age. Or infact do we? So why can't we use TV pictures to make decisions, why can't we have micro-chips in the balls? Can you imagine it, micro-chipped balls. Especially if it was running on Windows XP. Every time the ball went near the family stand the scoreboard would register a goal. I can see it now ...men watching football would be in their element.

What is it about the transport infrastructure in this country? I was coming back from East London last night, just a 15 minute drive through the Blackwell Tunnel. Easy!!! Or so I thought. As I came down the approach road I spied a large queue. Forty five minutes later I had just hit the actual tunnel. Forty five minutes to driver about 600 yards. I appreciate that they need to do repairs and stuff but it's a joke. Let the train take the strain ... no chance.

On the football front James Beattie is hoping for an England recall. He has a slight dig at Sven about his previous chances and goes on to say that moving to Everton will enable him to get back in the picture. I can see Sven agonizing over this now. The same way as Scully agonizing over the Charlton buses in the medway and the same way that Duncan Fletcher is agonizing over whether I can slot in at number six now Freddy is injured.

I'm toying with the idea of getting myself a new car ... not a new car, but a new car for me. Watch this space ...

My tune of the day: All falls down - Kanye West ft John Legend

Krispy Kreme Doughnuts ... go get some.

Ossies going to Wembley ...

So he sang. But he should have been running the line at UManU last night. You have to laugh though don't you? Well I'm trying to styful a laugh as I phone every Spud I know.

Only in America eh ... only in America!!!!

The world carries on after the tsunami. But our little piece of it should come to a standstill at noon today with a 3 minute, that's three minute period of silence. I would ask if everyone could do their little bit, just a though.

I was just flicking through the paper and came across the Abu Hamza story. It actually beggars belief, that in the twenty first century you can get away with this. He is claiming that his toenails are too long, AND IT HAS LEFT HIM UNABLE TO WALK. Well, couldn't they stick him in a wheelchair and push his ass down the street? Just a thought.

We really are all back in the run of things. The Christmas trees are coming down, the queues for train tickets aren't as big as they were yesterday, and Everset is back on the CIFC email list. Oh he does talk some tosh.

Celebrity Fat club!!! What's that all about???

My tune of the day: Fresh pair of panties on - Snoop Doggy Dog

And a Happy New Year to you ...

Well, I finally took the time to get back on line and wish everyone a 'Appy New Year'. I decided to have a three day break from the web to see if I missed it, and you know what ... I did. Yep, I missed the fact that I can keep in contact with friends at the drop of a hat, missed the fact that I can search for anything I so wish, from the hopeless fools I support right through to buying tat off of ebay. I'm currently bidding on another pair of boots, like I need new clothes/ shoes ... that should be my resolution.

Anyway, it's 2005 and we are all doing exactly the same things as we always have. Joining a gym, deciding to eat healthier, giving up smoking, booking a summer holiday ... looking forward to the FA Cup 3rd round. It's actually quite laughable.

I've made a conscious effort to have a resolution that I can stick to. Something positive, that will benefit me. Oh and guess what? It's damn hard. I decided that I've been too hard on myself, and infact too nice to other people and that needs to change. I need to call it the way I see it. actually take no prisoners, pull no punches. Call the proverbial spade a spade. But I'm not too sure that will work!! People don't take me seriously enough, so I may be onto a loser. But I'm going to give it a go.

At about 5:15 last night I was feeling sorry for the 300 odd sods who had made their way up to Blackburn to see us roll over and die. The 300 or so that had to jump on a plane, train or automobile to go half the length of the country to see us huff and puff around, and then listen to Curbo say that maybe he made a mistake with the team selection. Oh righty .... he maybe made a mistake, MAYBE. So what's the point of a squad?? What's the point of Euell and Konch? NO, what's the point of JJ???

I finally got an email off of Timbo in Thailand. You would have thought that nothing had happened from the tone of it. Oh well as long as he's alright.

Seems like the English cricket team have fallen off of the wagon. I'm sure that the Aussies are quacking ...

My tune of the day: Who needs love - Incognito