Shhhhhhh ........

I did laugh when I saw Jose Mourinho do that to the Scousers. I'm not a great lover of Jose and/ or Chelsea but it was funny. The thing which is a bit crap is the Police having to get involved. So it's ok for lairy gits to have a pop at someone for 70 minuts but when he gives it back they can't take it.

I nearly went to Boro yesterday. Ok, ok ... I lie. I nearly thought about going. Ok, you've got me I didn't, but it sounds like a good game. Thats another point nearer to 40 so we may be safe soon.

I had one of those weekends. It started with a fe vodkas and a game of football and finished with a few vodkas and the Blackwell tunnell being shut. I saw some parts of Essex that you could only dream off. We even got as far as outside Faces Nigtclub in Gants Hill but decided better off it. Given that I was all Chaved up in my shell suit, that was a good idea. Timbo was down from Blackpool and we had a good time with Mondana and da crew over in Hackney. I drank rather too many strawberry cocktails and got a bit abusive to a rather nice young lady. I never learn do I?????

At some point we ended up in the Ministry, had soem excellent Italian food over in Woodford, watched the Carling Cup in Wanstead and had a drink in Buckhurst Hill. Oh I do get around.

I even had a pizza for breakfast on Sunday!!! How does that work.

CIA FC had a good game against Welling on saturday morning. It ended 2-2, but we were disappointed that we didn't win. I would talk you through my goals, but if I just say top corner, keeper, twenty yards, to beat, you can work it out yourselves.

I've realised that I need to do some housework at the flat. I have junk everywhere. I think tonight has got to be a washing up, ironing frenzy.

My tune of the day: A Wonderful Place - Ultra Nate

Easy does it ...

I was reading last years blog and saw that I was out on the piss with Matt at Revolution in Soho. I remember that night, but it seems longer than a year. That was the night with the guiness. I must be getting old.

It wasn't this cold a year ago ... there was no snow, spring had sprung and football was so much better.

See I live in a dream world, I really do. Supporting Charlton is always the same, disappointment. It was Gillingham in January last year, Leicester in February this. Different month same result.

It could be a good weekend. A party, Ministry ... the boys are out, I may get dressed up ... I have a couple of nice outfits I need to try.

There's quite a lively debate on the pink oboe list about the merits of signing Lee Bowyer. I have my views ...

Oh pics of the snow I took this morning ...

From the back From the front


My tune of the day: I'll give it all i've got - Lenny Fontana Presents Byron Stingily

What goes around ...

I watched some of that Chelsea match last night. Or should I say the Anders Frisk show. It's a funny old game football, we all have our place and unfortunately, or fortunately which ever way you want to look at it Chelsea found that even with the Russians millions they are still a long way down the food chain. A long way down.

Oh Jose, just make sure you have your steel toes on when Barca come down to the Bridge.

It's supposedly the coldest day with the most snow today. But I'm feeling a tad warmer and there isn't a flurry in sight. I won't hold my breathe though as I have to go to Stanstead tomorrow evening in the Mini and I can see it all now.

The CIA FC have another game on Saturday. Over in Eltham against the Welling United boys. They had another good win last night. It seems like Adrians Red and White army are on the climb.

I had one of those journeys this morning. I ease myself onto the 7:48 from Da Green and settle down to listen to a disco mix on the player. As the doors begin to close, Mr Rucksack jumps on, spins round and twats a woman with the said rucksack. She tuts but says nothing. He then decides he wants to get through the train. Given there was no room to swing a rucksack this was going to be fun. So without saying a thank you, please or hows ya father he pushes his way through the packed in peeps. A thwack with a rucksack here a stamp on a foot there. I have to admire some people though, they just get stamped on and say nothing. Not in this universe.

I've just been reading the Charlton email list or the Pink Oboe list as Matt calls it. There's one bloke saying why didn't Barcelonas Lopez sign for Charlton. We were looking at him in the summer. I'll get me coat.

My tune of the day: Portugese love - Teena Maria

Gone in a whiff of smoke ...

It's funny how after our season died it's death on Saturday, the Arsenal did exactly the same last night. Poor old Kolo Toure ... NOT!!!!

The Queen won't go to Charlies wedding. Now that did make me laugh ... she doesn't want to mix with the commoners. How does that work?

It's funny that a few people have commented on my new cropped hair. Some see it as a normal cut, some say it makes me look my 27 years ... some are just glad I got rid of the mop on my head. Well, I think I need to plan for the next cut, or maybe even a colour.

It seems that blazers are de rigour this summer. It's lucky that I've been buying loads off of ebay then isn't it. Also the Faith boys are championing blazers and Kim Jones for a Summer Lad Fag look. Very Kevin Everest ...

My tune of the day: I can't wait - Nu Shooz

Let it snow ...

Blimey, it's nearly March and we finally have a winter. Snow showers and freezing winds are the order of the day, and so is my quilt and a cut of cocoa on the sofa. I had planned to do loads of housework last night, you get the picture ... but ended up doing nothing. Oh well ...

I've just been reading some of the comments on the Charlton mailing list re commitment and John Robinson. Good old John made his debut for Crawley Town last night in a 2-1 victory over Morecambe with a goal and a man of the match performance. Some of the listers are stating that Johnny should still be playing for the Addicks, and some of the current team could learn off of him. That I don't disagree with, but he was playing for Crawley Town. In the Conference ... some people need to get a grip.

It appears my hotmail account has been jacked. I can't get into it, so I've reserrected my old one ... so if anyone talks on Messenger drop me a line and I'll add you. It's a business tool I say ... a business tool.

I received a couple of pics from Lars this morning. A before the game and after the game shot of me ... and a couple of the dressing room.


Before ...........................................................................After ...



My tune of the day: You Don't know - Kierra 'Kiki' Sheard

Ball people ...

Having watched the Burnley v Blackburn game yesterday where the ball people threw a ball back on as soon as one was kicked off, why don't we sort this out. I understand that the club wants to give the little people the job, but they forget why they are there and sit on their little seats leaving the players to get the ball. It must cost us at least 5 minutes in a match.

Come on Curbs sort it out ...

It was one of those days ...

So what have I got to moan about today? Berns love of old Bulgarian cowboy shirts, Kevs blue scarf, the Swedish planespotting club, Grahams change of hat, roadworks on the M23, Charltons naivity in the cups or even the muppet at London Bridge who wants to start walking down my side of the stairwell reading his book.

One quick point why is it that friends who are pregnant want you to feel their belly. I have no wish to do it, but you know how pushy women are?

Anyway our season crumbled in the dust on Saturday. We were inept, inane ... you know typically Charlton. It's taken 3 games in the cup but we finally found our form. Luckily Dion Dublins goal in the 91st minute saved me over a hundred pounds. I would have to have gone to the replay.

It was good to catch up with some of the Swedish boys on Saturday as well. I actually met Lars for the first time. Lars in the chap who looked up Sweden and charlton in a search engine and came across me. One email later and I've lumbered him with Kev. Poor sod.

I paid for my Foolham ticket on Saturday. Thirty squids. Poor old Vince wasn't happy. He had asked me to get James voucher, but as I told him James et al were on holiday, so unless I broke in I couldn't get it. He was still pished off.

Oh ... and I saw a film on Sunday that I would recommend that you all watched. Wondrous Oblivion ... absolutely charming and its about cricket.

I was down in Brighton on Sunday, and I was able to see what I looked at through the ages. Young Leigh had all her old photos out, so I took some photos of photos. I've stuck em up here ...



Seven years ago ...


My tune of the day: Make Em Shake It - Wahoo

It was one of those nights ...

I didn't get to the City Addicks meeting, I was otherwised engaged. But it seemed to all go off alright, even with Mad, bad Curb it asking if Franny was feeling neglected and then asking the question minus the important R. I'm sure you had to be there.

I had a few drinks up West and ended up in the End listening to legendary DJ/ Producer Jovonn and having a chuckle with some of the boys. It was good to see H out with his true love.

It's the FA Cup this saturday. A matter of a match against Leicester. I do try not to get to worked up about these things, but I keep sliding back into our past FA Cup slip ups, noticably Walsall. Let's just hope that we give it a go, from the off. Maybe I'm asking a lot but it would be nice if our crowd gave it a go as well. Let's enjoy the FA Cup, Enjoy it for what it is, a day away from the humdrum of the Premier league, a day that we can enjoy our football, a day we can sing those classics .... "She wore a yellow ribbon", "Wem-ber-lee"

You know it makes sense ...

Oh this is my attire today ... don't you just love random American teeshirt companies


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My tune of the day: Sesso Matto - Moody

It's my team ...

So come on then, how do you choose your team? Or maybe how do you get lumbered, well you know what I mean. There are still some unfortunate 30something Londoners lumbered with the tag of Liverpool supporters, even though them Scousers had their day back in the 70's, early 80's and there will be a plethora of twentysomethings in ten years time who are lumbered with a decaying Chelsea team, James Swowcroft leading the line ;)

I ask this question because I have just bought myself a scone. Well, hang on ... I was in the cafe listening to a couple of builders chat to the Cafe owner about getting Chelsea/ Barcelona tickets. But then one of them told him it was difficult to go top night matches (preseumably at the Bridge) because of getting home. Right, I could make loads of assumptions here, maybe he lives Reading way ... or Southend, or Southampton. Maybe he lives in Greenwich but thinks the tubes are so cack. Well I don't know, but I'm sure he's not a Chelsea resident or indeed a resident of this great city of ours. So why does he support Chelsea? Well you're guess is as good as mine, but I bet he wasnt at that match back in the 80's when Paul Miller scored our equaliser to put them in the old playoffs. I bet he wasn't. As the builders left I mentioned to the Italian Cafe owner that he shouldn't waste his time on a team like Chelsea. He laughed and said ... and I quote

" Why ...? Are you Arsenal ..."

Arsenal, what me. Why would he say that? Because if you critisis Chelsea you must be Arsenal!!! Or to be a Londoner you must be either Chelsea or Arsenal ... you must be a WINNER. I scoffed at these suggestions and said ... and I quote

"NO, I'm a proper South Londoner ... and it's Charlton, that would be Charlton Athletic."

At that point I picked up my scone, shook my locks and had it on my toes.

So come on, let me know how did you get your team?

Oh and as for the wardrobes ... here you go. Five coats and some varnish, live, love ... laugh and be happy.


Left hand side ........................................................................... The right hand side ...

My tune of the day: All about the papers - The Dells

Spot the Englishman ...

Says the Sun this morning, as the true light of the Arsenal fielding no English player in their 16 man squad comes to light. Well the problem is does it really matter? Is anyone that bothered? Well it appears Paul Merson is!!! Hang on, lets have a look at some of Arsenals famous English stars. Paul Merson himself ... hmmm, likes a drink, Tony Adams, ditto ... Jermaine Pennant ... do you see where I'm coming from. Ok, ok ... they have had Winterburn and Dixon, but they have got Ashley Cole to come back in, before he jets of to Chelsea that is. The point is, that times are a changing. If you employ a continental manager the chances are he is more likely to purchase players from the leagues that he knows, and the countries he knows. Take a look at Benitez at Liverpool. If Curbs had been given the Liverpool managers job, do you think that half those players would have gone to Liverpool. No, of course not. We would have Liverpool coming to the Valley with Jamie Scowcroft leading the line.

But I jest. To some people it's a travesty, and will affect the national team. Well given that they haven't won anything since 1066, whoops I mean 1966 ... Surely it's not that important?

Make sure you watch The Apprentice tonight on BBC. Its' a take on the American show where fourteen aspiring entrepreneurs will endure rigorous tasks and compete for a hefty £100,000 job with philanthropist, Sir Alan Sugar in the longest and most exhilarating job interview ever. Or so the blurb says. The difference is that the Americans had Donald Trump, and we've got Alan Sugar. Hey, but you never know ...

I've been having a look at the candidates of the two shows. Have a look at

Bill Rancic who actually won the American version and then have a look at his British equivalent Matthew it should be one hell of a road trip.

My flats getting back to a sense of normality now that I'm back in the bedroom and the wardrobes are all done. I was thinking I should take a picture of them and let you all see ... then I thought "Why???"

My tune of the day: Her December - Van Hunt

Calling planet earth ...

So the Olympic Selection Committee touch down in Old London town today. They will get chauffeured around all the best parts of our great city, missing out most of South London I suppose. This is it, this is when the decissions will be made, but as per usual lethargy has set in, and jealousy I might add. I watched abit of BBC Breakfast this morning. They interviewed a few peeps around the country and the thing that hit home to me was all those Northern muppets going on about "It's always London!!!!"

Always London you say. Well London had the World Cup in 1966, it also had the Olympics in 1948. Apart from that I can't remember much else. It's not exactly always London, is it? Anyway the funniest thing about this is the rest of the countries attitude to London, and Londoners. Week in and week out there are articles about why the North is better than the South. Why the North thinks that Londoners get it all. Well how about this then ... let them keep it. Build a bleedin wall around the South and North circular roads and keep them out. Even them muppets from Kent, sod the lot of them ....

Controversial, I think not.

I had a rather enjoyable Valentines night in the end. It was all down to Arsenal beating those Palarse idiots 5-1. I was a tad dissapointed that they didn't score more. Six or seven would have been a bit better.

I'm thinking about actually forking out for Sky plus. I say thinking, but I know I won't be able to help myself.

It was good to hear from Leigh Leigh stink of pee last night. She's now holed up down in Hove, still working weird hours but with a baby on the way. It was about time, because I'm sure her body clock alarm was sounding years ago.

My tune of the day: Gerundio - Los Amigos Invisibles

Another day another dollar ...

Supposedly today is the day that the nation buys all the red roses, shells out on a slap up meal for two, and sheds it's non romantic imagine to buy up all the cards and pressies ... me, I don't bother. It's how I live my life ...

It was one of those weekends, I finished staining and varnishing the wardrobes, but then spent Saturday night laid up with a headache from hell, as the fumes took effect. I do think I'm ready to move back into the bedroom, and my bed ... but I may give it a couple more days. Oh how I live my life.

There was no live football this weekend, but I did manage to catch the Chelsea game, the Manchester derby and the West Ham/ Sheffield cup match. The funniest game however was the England/ France rugby match. What a load of old bumkum ... as I've said before rugby what a shite game, and how shite are Hing-er-land. They're a one man team.

An interesting programme on BBC Two this evening. The Sun says sorry ...a programme about the Sun Newspaper (sic!!!) and the Hillsborough tragedy. I think it's a programme that I'd record if I had Sky plus ... now that's something I should get.

I spoke to Timbo yesterday about what phone he should get. Should he stay with Three or move over to T-Mobile or Orange. Tim, just remember Three sucks.

My tune of the day: Salsoul Rainbow - The Salsoul Orchestra

Skiffled ....

Yep, I did it ... a number one all over. That's the easiest 10 minutes I've spent in a while. I've just watched Chelsea beat a 10 man Everton 1-0, I think the Premiership is rapped up, but what Beattie was thinking gawd only knows.

My tune of the day: I am somebody - Jerry Edwards

John Kettley is a weather man ...

Or in this case a whether man!!! He's saying that TV forecasts are absolute rubbish. Am I missing something here? Just wake up and look out the window, it's simple really.

I put another coat of wood stain on the wardrobes last night, then I settled down to watch a bit of Question Time. Blimey. It came from Northern Ireland and the panel was a complete set of hard hitters, McGUINNESS, MURPHY, TRIMBLE, DONALDSON. Now I would have to say that, I know nothing about Northern Ireland and it's politics, it's history but from the way they ran the debate we'll be in for another 40 years of trouble. Oh well ...

There's no football this weekend. The Spudz have got to replay against West Brom, so our match has been put back. Oh well, I may watch a bit of Rugby, or I may go down and catch Welling as they are playing Champions elect Grays Athletic. But at nine pound it does stick in my throat.

I've decided that I'm only going to put one coat of varnish on the wardrobes. I've got to get back to some sort of normality and move back into the bedroom. After 5 days of sleeping on the sofa bed I'm really feeling it. It was fun for a few days but now I'm feeling all the lumps and bumps. Hopefully I'll get it sorted.

I'm having one of those "hair" days. I'm fed up with my haircut, so I'm thinking of what next. I could just bite the bullet and go for a skiffle, or a short back and sides. But I think I know where I'm going with it ... so watch this space.

I'm not too sure why Charlie and Camilla have come in for all this criticism? It can't just be the Diana thing? Can it? The pair of them are touching 60 ... come on there's got to be a little bit of give and go ... let the old gits get on with it. He'll never be King anyway ...

My tune of the day: Tree of Life - Osunlade ft Nadirah Shakoor

Gary Neville ... what a twat !!!!!

Seventy odd caps for England, and we still think we can win the world cup ...

You're 'avin a laff ...

It's warm outside ...

Well actually I lie. It's warm in my flat since the boiler man turned up to fit a new fan. Fifteen minutes later and me minus 250 squids I'm looking forward to a hot bath and a bleedin hot flat. I don't think I've hugged a radiator so much in my life. There was however a hairy moment when the boiler man threatened to drive off, because he couldn't get a parking space.

"You'll have to rebook an appointment and put some cones down ...!!!!" was his take on it.

So I moved my car so he could park his van ... but I did have to shake my head.

The wardrobes are stained. It's only taken 5 coats and six days to do. Only a few more days until I can varnish them, and then I may be able to get back into the bedroom. Although the sofabed in the front room is more comfortable than I thought.

I sat down and watched some of that England match last night. It was a strange event. They made a big deal about the "No to Racism" logo on the front, but you could hardly see it. I was impressed with the Nike kit that Holland, Portugal and Russia wore. Now that's the sort of kit the Charlton could have as their away number!!! Yes ... No !!!!

I nearly went to the new Ikea store last night. NOT. Luckily I saw the light and went to my bed. It's bad enough at Thurrock on a normal Sunday, let alone when they see fit to charge 40 bar for a leather sofa. Did they not think that half of Tottenham would turn up. They do like a bargain ... North London crush

I'm just listening to the new Joey Negro in the House CD. There's a few corkers on there, but how good is the Two Tons - Do you wanna boogie, hunh? Unbelievable.

Right then ... I'd better address an issue which has got ne or two people twitching, and I dont mean that Bill Oddie muppet. Why have I been deleting comments? Er, why do you think. You are big, you are clever ... and if you have any issues with me, step up to the plate and put your real name. I know one Palarse, rugby bwoy has emailed me in a sulk but he will get over it. The rest of you can kiss my fine looking ass.

My tune of the day: Nite moves - Rickster

THERE'S ALWAYS ONE ... OR IN THIS CASE TWO ...

Oh well ... a day without internet connection. The IT peeps rebuilt my works PC. I log back in and seems like two people are enjoying themselves ...

Oh well ...

One of those days ...

My boiler is buggered ... and my PC has to be rebuilt.

What a great day ...!!!!

My tune of the day: I'm threw witchuw - Snoop Dog

Cor, phew ... what a scorcher ...

Or it would be if my central heating worked. The bleedin boiler stopped on Saturday evening. It took about 8 hours for the flat to reach the outside temperature, so it's like me sitting in Hither Green Lane.

It seemed like the lads got a good draw up in Newcastle on Saturday. Dennis scored another cracker and maybe could have had another. It seems like we could have nicked it at the end ... but you know how these things work. I watched some of the match on Football First. It seemed like the likely lads were making an effort to make a noise, and I could hear "Valley Floyd Road" and "Oh Sarf London ..." it did make me pissed that I had missed it. Oh well, there's always next year.

I was going to watch the programme on Saturday about Male and Female memory. But you've guessed it ... I forgot it was on!!!

Oh and the Sun today compiles a guide to manliness, a code for Bernie to live by.

1. Under no circumstance may two men share an umbrella unless at footie ...

8. Men must eat at least one kebab a week on the way home from the pub ...

19. If dancing is necessary, a man may never raise his hands above shoulder level.

I knew there was a reason why I read the Sun. Just to reiterate the fact that I'm living my life the way I want to live it, no peer pressure, no suburban hell ... just the way I want to live my life. The strangest thing I've read recently was on the netaddicks when someone said that you should never wear jeans with shoes. Only trousers and shoes and jeans and trainers. Well I beg to differ. I have on my nice white shoes today with my indigo type 1 levis. They actually go nicely, in a smart casual sort of a way. If you aren't comfortable with wearing stuff why do you need to get peer confirmation? Just wear it ... and have done. I can't wait for the summer when I will once again mostly be wearing accessories - rosettes, feathers, ribbons, wrestling belts, chains.

Oh, and CIA FC lost to Dulwich on Saturday. Well I say Dulwich ... but they turned up with 7 players so we had to give them 3 players to make it a 10 on 10 match. They had four shots at goal and scored 3 times ... and two of the players that we gave them Smudge and Graeme knobbled two of our players. Oh well there goes the unbeaten record.

Oh and what a great weekend for the Rugby and Cricket teams ... all together now ... it's coming home, it's coming home ...

My tune of the day: One love - Bob Marley

Behind every successful man ...

Having just watched the BBC Two programme on Robert Kilroy-Silk, I have to dispute this statement. And to add another statement ... gawd help us!!!!

The year of the Rooster ...

Or maybe the cock if you were on the 07:52 from Hither Green. There's a bloke who takes up half the carriage with a push bike. Every morning, every bleedin morning. Now the question is, does he have to pay for taking up so much room?

It's just dawned on me that I'm not going to the Toon tomorrow. I haven't missed a Newcastle away game in years, but cost and timings meant that this year no can do. It's always a laugh, loads of beers, partying ... but this year I'm staining my wardrobes. I live the life ...

The CIA Fc have another match tomorrow. Away to Dulwich Hamlet supporters. This will be my second game in 3 years, so I'm actually looking forward to it. I'm going to have to clean those gold boots ...

I've just been doing a bit of searching on the net and have come across House FM on line. So now I can listen to some cracking tunes all day. Go on give it a whirl ... house music rocks.

Anyway have a nice relaxing weekend one and all ...

My tune of the day: How Long? - Debra Laws

I've got it ... I'll use it ...

The old Premiership season ticket. It was around Chrimbo time when they offered half a season for £25. I snapped it up. But I realised that I never watch them!!They are always on at the most stupid of times, midnight, half past three on a Saturday. Well I jest, but you get the picture. Well last night they had on the Chels, away at Blackburn. So I thought ... I'd watch. I wish I hadn't bothered. I spent my evening watching Paul Dickov prove what a shit he is, getting proof of what a retched place Blackburn is ... and seeing that Premiership is over. Sorry Sir Alex, you have no hope.

I'm still coming to terms with Tuesdays defeat. I'm more pished at myself for getting caught in the hype than what actually happened. It's definitely a funny old game, but it's a game that gets to the emotions like nothing else.

I've decided that I'm going to stain my wardrobes at the weekend. I've put it off for about 5 months. I get those DIY pains every quarter and they just seem to be kicking in. I need to do a bit of spring cleaning as well, but I just can't bring myself to do it ... ya get me!!!!

I've just been reading Casino Avenue and the very sad news about Malcolm Hardee. I only ever went to Up the Creek a few times, and only met Malcolm a few times in "TIME" as it was then, but as stated Greenwich won't actually be the same.

Oh, and I've decided today is "Don't wear knickers to work day" ... you know it makes sense .

My tune of the day: Just a breathe away - Osunlade

Realisation sets in ...

So there you have it. Luckily I wasn't subjected to the battle of Highbury last night, as I had more important issues at hand. Yep, the arrival of the red scousers down at SE7. Oh well, there's always next year.

Our hero's turned up and were given a lesson in excellence and execution. I have to admit Liverpool looked every bit as good as Arsenal and Chelsea who we have seen down the Valley this year. But it's there inconsistency that would worry Benitez. Doesn't he look like Houllier in that coat???

As much as Danny twisted and turned, Kiely stopped and Bartlett jumped we weren't up to much. There's chat by the usual suspects of Curbs tactical ineptitude. I nearly fell for that when I was leaving the ground last night, but sometimes you have to swallow it. Liverpool were just better than us.

It does show that letting Bobby Stuart go to Norwich may have been the wrong one. An old head, a bit of guile ... sometimes that's what you need. Hey but Curbs must know what he's doing !!!!!

It's been quite interesting reading the fall out from the game on netaddicks. There's definitely a blame culture. Poor old Jerome Thomas. He's now getting criticism. Blimey the poor lads hardly had a bad game, and it was only last night that he was more quiet than inept. Come on give him a break.

Anyway I had to cheer myself up this morning. So I'm wearing my new shoes that I was saving for summer. I had to do it, even though I was doing the light fandango on the train to stop people treading on them. The things I do for fashion ...

Here have a look for yourself ...




My tune of the day: Deliver Me (Take Me Away) - 3 Dee feat Michael Proctor

Pass me the sick bucket ...

Yeah, we all know how well Yeovil did on Saturday. I clapped them off the pitch as well. For the record I didn't sing, shout or give any vocal encouragement to them ... I clapped them off the pitch. Good luck to 'em. But hey some peeps just take it too far ...

Unbelievable

Move on ...

Reasonable force ...

Tony Blair says that you are entitled to defend yourself and it would be exceptional circumstances if you were prosecuted. Right then we can all go and get our cattle prods.

Well we didn't get Chelsea, phew .... we didn't get Arsenal, UManU or Hartlepool. We came out the hat at home to Leicester. So luckily we won't have to travel over land and sea as we got another home draw. Again it's a winnable tie, but again this is Charlton ... so don't expect it to be that straight forward. Already some of the netaddicks are looking past the midlanders and even my postman told me this morning "Another lucky draw", if only it was that easy.

It does appear expectation levels have risen. We've got the red scousers tonight and according to most if we stop Gerrard we'll get the better of them. Sod that. We need to treat them as though they are European Champions and just play our game. We've got to hope that Murphy doesn't get caught up in his one man vendetta and we've got to hope that we play out of our skin and they have a bad day. Then ... we may be in with a shout.

Tickets for next years World Cup go on sale today. Get your tickets 'ere but only if you have a Mastercard. FIFA have done a deal with Mastercard, so your Tesco Visa won't be any good here. It's a funny old game.

My tune of the day: Do you finally need a friend - Terry Callier