I won't say I told you so ...

But it wasn't a shoker was it. England did indeed huff, they did indeed puff and they did indeed miss chance after chance. These are the cream of the English game. Michael Owen is without doubt the best goalscorer of a generation but over the last week we have seen what irregular appearances does, luckily he will be suspended for the Welsh game so we'll have Judas doing his thing. Can't wait.

I was reading this morning about some woman who couldn't get NHS dental treatment so started pulling her own teeth. She said there were no satisfactory dentists in Coventry. All the foreign ones that set up practices there were, well they were unsatisfactory. Blame the government, blame John Sillett, blame Jimmy Hill ... well I blame Coventry for being such a shite 'ole that you need to pull your teeth to live there.

Oh I've just bought a three piece suite. A good deal but a little bit cloak and dagger. I've already got a few reservations. But hey it's all about living the life.

Another two hours spent last night rebleaching my roots. I've left the silver tint off this time so it's a great yellowy colour, proper bleached hair. I had to do it for my birthday next week. I want to look my best.

It seems that my football season is winding down fast. Instead of going to Narwich to see the boys on St Georges Day, I'm making a trip up to Blackpool to go to a Modern/ Northern Soul Doo. Yep, that's the life, spinning on some talc instead of watching the Bartman tread on the ball again. There's a game this Saturday, it seems like years since the last. I'm sure we got tonked ... but hey I can't remember.

My tune of the day: Special - Sara Devine (I've had this one before, but it's a corker.)

You wait all day ....

to get onto this bleedin thing, then when you do it crashes ...

As they say in ho-hum land, ho-hum. Well here goes:

I have to say I never saw the show or paid much attention, but last night I did catch about 20 minutes of that Jamie Oliver programme about school diners. I would have to say it's quite amazing. Amazing that the press and TV have gone ape about what people are feeding their children. Are you amazed that some of the parents argue that the school dinner is the only decent meal of the day for some children. Turkey sizzler definitely equals meal of the day!!!! They were saying that some kids only get a bag of crisps when they get home. Well that’s not really a surprise is it? You just have to look at society in general, fat girls in shell suits, dodgy Burberry baseball caps, fake gold, and paediatricians being mistaken for paedophiles. It's classy, very classy.

It was also disheartening to see the press hound Jamie and his Misses, who eventually broke down. I’m not really surprised … it's a 5 minute story that could ruin peoples lives. Oh well.

Anyway England are playing Azerbaijan tonight. So we'll all sit around expecting goals, goals ... goals. This is all because Poland put 8 past them on Saturday. It's not going to happen though, is it? We'll huff and puff for 20 minutes, then Owen will miss a chance and we will head towards half time with the crowd getting restless. Then after a ricochet Lampard/ Cole will put us 1-0 up and everyone will be happy. Then in the second half we’ll score another 1 or maybe 2 … and that will be that, another boring match, live on Auntie Beeb. And we're going to win the World Cup. You heard it hear first.

I was reading through the Metro this morning and came across there advert/ article on 3G phones. They are saying get to grip with the latest innovations. Hmmm, is what I say? The new mobile revolution is NOT here. A phone is a phone. It is not a TV; it is not an MP3 player, a games console. Oh well maybe it’s just me, but the 3G phone I had was, well it was rubbish. A poor battery life added to poor reception … and poor customer service. That’s my experience. Broadband in your pocket, my arse.

My tune of the day: Precious Love – Barbara Tucker

Land of the living dead ...

Well that's where I was on Monday about 5ish in the afternoon. As I kicked back on the settee, the realisation that I was feeling all of my 27 years hit home. It had bee a wondrous and joyous few days, out on it ... a bit of an Old Skool adventure.

It all started fairly mundanely on Thursday with a trip to the Ideal Home Exhibition. I hadn't been for a few years, and when I got there realized why!!! It's full of tat, gadgets you wouldn't want, and not very much else. I did want to get a few ideas about sofas, but could you find a sofa section? There were a smidgen of sofas, on display but nothing major. It was a bit of a disappointment, but that's life. Full of disappointments ...

However, we then took a turn for the better. Thursday night and the Faith Party at Rouge. A top night, with top people, top DJ's, top Geezers, top Birds, it was a corker. I bumped into Tim Murray and his wife. We had a good chat, about old times and stuff, it was good to see them. I couldn't believe it was so long ago that we lived up at Maze Hill. Time does indeed fly. You need to enjoy yourself, get out there and make it happen.

It was a strange end to the night though. One of the girls we were chatting to, Nerys lost her bag. In it were keys, phone, cards. The other girls started to look for it, but forgot what they were actually looking for half way round. It was a surreal moment. However Nerys then had the conversation from hell with the Orange customer service team, so it's not just Three ... then we all decided to get the bus home. This was before one of the girls, and this point I am mentioning no names, decided to go swimming in Centre Point. It was 07:30 in the morning, although the sun was shining ... it was damn cold. Anyway a bus ride to Bethnal Green and the party continued.

Given that there was no football this weekend, I can honestly say I didn't miss it. I actually watched the England match, but really don't get that bothered. A weekend without Charlton playing is nothing new. The Premier League have definitely shagged up schedules and in fact don't give a toss about supporters. So I have to try and get myself up for a 12:45 ko against Man City this Saturday. It's all very strange really.

Anyway ... onto Saturday night and a party over in Finsbury Park held by Rachel and Troy. It was a pink themed party, hence the get up. I seem to remember it rocked. I remember, but it's still a bit vague. I also donned my white cowboy boots, and would say they look good tucked in.

Sunday afternoon involved a Pizza in London Bridge, some standing around outside Love Puppy (I say standing around, but I meant, turning up, seeing the queue and going for beers in Covent Garden), then partying the night away at Turnmills at Houseology. The beers was a bit mad, as some bloke came up and said his bird recognised me from somewhere. It appeared that it was from Southport, which was funny for all of about 30 seconds.

Anyway ... Houseology. A night of Funky/ Soulful House. But for me the night you realise that nothing is safe. This would have had to be the worst crowd ever to have graced a function with me in it. Chav doesn't come into it, as there were the regulation checked shirt wearing Burbenites, the Burberry wearing "Ragga-girls", Winston Silcott !!!! Plus much, much more. It was a shame as Paul Anderson was ripping it up with a few Choons, but hey as I say ... you can't have everything!!

Anyway ... it's been a strange couple of days, but I am going to book a facial for my birthday. You don't get to look this good by leaving it in the hands of the gods.

My tune of the day: MISERY - Kimara Lovelace

The Original Pink Ladies!!! 

I love Ric ...

There were come a time in your life when you will ask yourself a series of questions.

Am I happy with whom I am?
Am I happy with the people around me?
Am I happy with what I am doing?
Am I happy with the way my life is going?
Do I have a life?
Or am I just living.
Do not let this questions restrain or trouble you.
Just points yourself in the direction of your dreams.
Find your strength from the soul.
And make your transitions.
Make your transitions.

Do I spend too much time thinking and not of doing?
Do I drawn my heart than any of my dreams?
Do I purposely let other discourage me when I knew I could.
When I die, never knowing what I could have been or could have done.
Do not let this doubts restrain or trouble you.
Just points yourself in the direction of your dreams.
Find your strength from the soul.
And make your transitions.
Make your transitions.

There will be people who will say you can’t.
But you will.
There will be people who will say you don’t mix this with that.
And you will say watch me.
There will be people who will say play it safe, that’s too risky.
And you will take that chance and have no fear.
You won’t let this question restrain or trouble you.
You will point yourself in the direction of your dreams.
You will find the strength from the soul.

And make your transitions.

My tune of the day: Bus Stop - The Fatback Band

Money, money ... money

Right, if you pay for tickets to an event the agency want to charge you an admin fee and postage. That seems fair, it means I can get the tickets safely and securely. No problem. So what happens two days before an event and there are no tickets nestling on the mat. Right, you go on line and have a look at the status. Seems fair ... doesn't it. Yep that's what I did, and was dismayed to find they had not even been dispatched yet!!! So I'll phone up I think. Yea right, as much as I search there is no phone number, only an on line help desk. Righto, I'll fire of an email.

Done, no problem.

Silly me, I get an email back saying my query will be dealt with within 4 days. But I only have two!!! But hang on, within minutes I have a reply. They are on the ball.

Dear Sir they say, sorry that your tickets haven't been received, we have made arrangements for duplicate tickets to be issued at the venue on the night if you take the original credit card and confirmation email. Hang on, hang on ... they haven't even sent them out. So why do I have to pay for postage? Why is there an admin cost, when it's going to be with all the hastles in trying to explain that I have bought the tickets but haven't received them. Can I charge an admin fee?

It's never easy is it?

It looks like we've had our one day summer. It's overcast, raining, with the forecast saying the same for much of the week. And we have a drought. A lack of rain ... silly me.

There's still a bit of a backlash on the pink oboe list from Saturdays debacle against WBA. In fact some people are only happy if we are losing and they are moaning. We lost, beaten by a better team on the day ... end of. What is there t debate? You wouldn't believe it ... they are calling for a change in the rules due to the ELKS sending off. Wouldn't it be fairer to leave a player on and award a goal or a penalty? Or have a sinbin?

Oh and Chelsea are gonna be thrown out of Europe. That's a shame ....

My tune of the day: Too shy to say - Stevie Wonder

Why FHM is such a crap magazine!!!!

They have the audacity to announce that Coleen McLoughlin is one of the 25 sexiest women. Jesus ... what a world, what a world!!!!!

Well and truly shoe'd ....

Well that's' a that den. (Said in my best pseudo Italian accent, as it's the sort of mood I'm in.)

What a wonderful day Saturday was. We played foot in the morning, a 4-3 win against the Mighty Irons, then swanned around in three quarter length trousers and pink socks for the remainder of the day. If only the Charlton first team hadn't done the same thing, it may have made Sunday a tad better.

It's a thing about supporting Charlton. They build you up to drop you from a great height. They've always done it, and as far as I'm concerned always will. So you can bus in as many people as you want, as long as they know what they are letting themselves in for. This is a life choice, not like painting your living room yellow then changing it to cream a few years later. You paint your living room Salmon Pink, and you have to stick with it. Even when you become allergic to Salmon Pink and you can't stand it any more.

Oh well, at least next seasons season ticket application has arrived. Added to that I have until 5 May to send it back, everything is rosey in the garden.

Hang on a minute, I have until 5 May to get next years Season Ticket application back. Is that deadline before the end of this season? Yep, you've guessed it. We're already looking towards next season, selling 10k shirts in Arizona, going to the Asian Cup in China because it will up our profile, undertaking 20 million care in the community sessions, and still we play like the Flying Donkeys against a relegation threatened First Division standard team. And when I say Flying Donkeys, I mean Gerry Cottels ones, not Chievo.

It's not big and it's not clever this supporting Charlton. Yep, I'll be there next season, but I may just give the Chrystal Palace game a miss. I can see it now. They need 3 points to stay up, we need er, 3 points to stay 12th. You see where I'm going with this. Just leave it, there must be something better to do? There's just got to be!!!

On another note people do make me laugh. I went to Columbia Road flower market yesterday with my Mum. We pushed and shoved with the rest of the people, but the general rudeness of people is ... well it's laughable. They have no manners, no class. But then that's the society we live in. I'm okay Jack!!!

Another thing that makes me laugh is peoples obsession with other people. Somebody's always got an opinion of me, for whatever reason. I've had my hair bleached blonde. But my hair is pretty much cropped still and my beard is still black. But two different people have still said to me ..


"You look like Abel Xavier ..."

Now he was a bloke from Portugal who used to play for Liverpool and Everton. He had the same skin color as me, maybe ... but have a lot more afro type hair on a high top cut which he bleached blonde. He also bleached his beard and tache. So there we go, we must be brothers, separated at birth. Yep, I don't get it as well ... but hey I'll laugh along with you ...

I was also reading Casino Avenue today and was once again forced to laugh out loud. Moving on past the total condemnation of pubs in Greenwich, yep they are shit but you know that before you go out there, we get into a dieting debate. If I may quote "Dieting's never really been a big concern for me ..." hmmm ... well dieting, shmieting. Surely it should be a concern to everyone what they eat and drink. Just look around at the general appearance of Joe Public. There are fat twats out there, who want to eat and drink what they want with never any thought of exercise. Saying that though the Inspector then talks about the long walk he undertook due in part to make him feel better about not swimming. Good for you Inspector, but one walk doth not a summer make.

I enjoy trying to keep fit. Whether it's dieting, which involves watching what I eat and working out. Whether working out involves playing some football or cricket or legs, bums and tums ... I enjoy it. I also enjoy discussing what exercises I should be doing and what I should be eating with friends. That discussion wouldn't be

"Like being out with a load of girls"

BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN THE SIZE OF SOME OF THE GIRLS? THEY NEED A REALITY CHECK!!!

It's about feeling good looking great.

Oh, and Robert Earnshaw woke up this morning feeling good about scoring a hat-trick. That was until he looks in the mirror ...

My tune of the day: Brand New Day - Blaze

In for a shoeing ....

Well the old Netaddicks board took a bit of a leathering yesterday from those crazy, mixed up Baggies fans. I found it quite interesting that they think anyone is actually bothered about them, the tin pot outfit that they are. On my part, I have a confession surrounding Bromwich of the West, that I was for a short period of time a member of their London Supporters Club. It was back in the 80's when they had the Three Degrees (sic!!!) playing for them and Kaiser Atkinson at the helm. It was a moment, a moment of madness, I had my day in the Sun when I went to the Library to see them lose an FA Cup Semi Final against QPR. Never again I though, how right I was.

It just dawned on me that it's Easter next week. That means Chocolate and Hot Cross Buns. It also means the Faith Party on Thursday night. A quality night of Jacking, and two stepping ... oh how I love Spring.

It was St Patricks Day yesterday. I don't understand the fixation myself. I went into a Pub in Lewisham that was full of people drinking Guiness, and not an Irishman in sight. I don't get it.

Anyway, we are short of a referee for the CIA FC vs West Ham match tomorrow. So if anyone is interested, or can help out, or knows a man ... let me know.

Any tips for the Gold Cup, yeah keep your money in your pocket. It's not a real gold cup, it's pure bling.

Oh and it's the Champions League draw today. Bothered? I thought NOT!!!!

I read today that drinking Cold water is better for you than drinking water at room temperature. This is because the body has to warm the water up which in turn burns calories. What a load of old baloney!!

My tune of the day: Dancer - Kemdi

Thank you very much ...

Well as Delia would have said ... "Let's be 'avin ya!!!"

The Spudz rolled into town, Ossie, Venners, Paul 'Spitting' Miller, Billy Nick, Alf Garnett - well you know he's a Spud, Chas, Dave and the other bloke on the drums, Glen and Eileen, Norman Jay, Duncan from Blue, er no I mean Duncan from Bethnal Green, even Mrs Defoe ... was she in Spiderman??? Anyway your boys took one hell of a beating.

I say one hell of a beating but if Charlton had not put a man on the post and Spudz had then it would have been 1-1. See it's all about the little things, and I don't mean Everests weener!!!

I do look forward to the Spudz games. Given that I was born in Hackney and lived for the first four years of my life in Seven Sisters, my Mum says I should be living the Totting-ham dream. I say thanks, but no thanks. I quite like the fact that I am a South Londoner, no hang on I bleedin' love it. Oh and Chrystal Paralasis aren't in South London, they are in Surrey ...!!!

It seems like Spring has definately sprung, so it's about time I started wearing those pastel colours I've been stocking up on. A couple of nice pink jackets, baby blue shirts, and white boots. I've got the look going on, I really do.

Right, the budget. What's that all about? Stamp Duty!!! Help for familes, what about us sad lonely gits who have no family, no friends and no life. No, I'm not talking about Kev I was just summising.

Keep up will you.

News just in is that Justin/ Bern/ Batnie has retired from CIA FC. He is taking time to concentrate on his film making career and his 5 a side family. You will be missed ...

My tune of the day: Jazz Beats - Stephane Malca

It's a lovely day for a moon dance ...

Or for giving the garage £600 for fixing your car. Anyway I've got it back, and it seems as sluggish and cumbersome as ever. I did want them to talk me through what I had paid the money for, but they were shutting up when I got there and it was a case of hand over the money there's the car .. see ya!!! Supposedly they did some welding, fitted a new tyre, completed a service, blah, blah ... blah, and then sent it off to have the CO2 emitions checked. Oh it's only money ... but how comes I feel like I've been mugged????

Anyway a car now means I'll be able to drive over to Charlton tonight. The boys have got a little match against the Spudz, and it's one of them games that always makes me chuckle. We seem to do so well over the Lane but get turned over at home. It's also one of those games where I know some Spudz supporters so dependent on the score I can guarantee some text banter after the final whistle. Come on Charlton it's about time we stepped up to the plate ...

I've been listening to The Kings of Disco CD, a compilation of Disco edits/ mixes by Dimitri from Paris and Joey Negro. Now there are indeed some fuff cuts on this and I would suggest that anyone into knotting up their shirt, putting on some silver eye liner, or someone called Kev, should go out and buy this gem. The CD cover is a bit eye opening as well.

The sun is shinning, it's tee shirt weather, with of course aviator sunglasses. Oh how I love the spring ... in fact it's nearly time for the return of the rosettes. One day they will be mine.

My tune of the day: Roll the joint - Master Boogie Song & Dance

What colour are you wearing?

There are now green bands being produced by the Non League Football Paper to promote Grass roots football, and non swearing at referees etc. This is oppossed to the green ones for the Tsunami Appeal, blue one for the bullying, yellow for cancer, black and white for racism awareness, pink for something else, white for another thing and even red. I'm not sure what the record is for someone wearing wristbands but I've only worn the yellow one. I wore it to show support for Lance Armstrong, given the fact that he overcame cancer to go back on his bike and win the Tour de France. I don't think that I need to wear a racism awareness one, it should be second nature ... I say should be, or a bullying one, although I understand what they are trying to say. I just have the feeling that we've overdone wristbands ... I think this is the summer of chains!!!

Right, it's football tomorrow and the word in all the papers is that Charlton are still looking to push on towards a European place. Yeah, shhhhh ... whisper it, there are 10 games left and Charlton are looking to push on. I'll believe it when I see it. It ws way back in 1998 that we had the last good run down the home stretch. We had Sasa in goal and Robbo on the wing. What have we got now? Rommedahl and Jeffers ... yippeeee.

Anyway, so what's the odds on Defoe scoring tomorrow ... ???

Oh and the Rail bosses ... who are they anyway? Who ever they are they have given themselves a bonus of £150k, yep £150 thousand pounds. I would like to say gawd help us!!!!

Oh and I've just seen the Orange advert for their 3G phone service. They had the audacity to use the terms Chocolate teapot and inflatable dartboard. It doesn't matter how many 3G phones you've got they are all as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike ...

My tune of the day: Magic - Cevin Fisher

Think ...

News just in regards the passing away of the Female Preacher Lyn Collins. Lyn sang with James Brown back in the day ... and her songs will live on forever ...


RIP

It's all about the papers ...

So our FA conquerors were cruelly dumped out by a 50/50 penalty decision. Some you win some you lose ... just ask Martin Jol. I laughed when I read a posting on Netaddicks this morning ...

Songs that used to be sung but you don't hear any more???

Spurs are on their way to Cardiff.

Never mind, they'll gets what's owing them come Wednesday. I can see it now.

I had one of those weekends. The cars still in the garage, I'm not sure they know what they are doing. So appart from a wander down to Lewisham on Saturday, I spent most of it laying under the quilt watching some dodgy TV. I did watch Troy on Saturday, a rather stupid film but hey you have to be in it to win it. I still managed to buy a few things though, a new pair of Air Force 1's, a Pokia for my phone and a white pair of cowboy boots. The Pokia is quality, I'll post up a pic a bit later. It's a sort of hands kit for your MOBILE PHONE. I would say hands free, but when you see it you'll realise that it's not gonna be hands free.


My new toy ...

Saying that though, I did go down to Bexleyheath on Friday night to check out the Drayman. A pub cum bar that I used to go to years ago when it was called the er, Drayman. I went with some of the East London Crew and Northumberland Heath Cru (sic) but we only lasted 20 minutes. That's another story ...

Oh I've just realised how sad I am. I did that Test the Nation Entertainment thing on Saturday night. I got 73% correct, I need to get out more.

My tune of the day: Come Party - Zero Db

Blondes have more fun

Or so they say. Kevin Keegan is grey and he's not having fun. It seems like good old Kev quite on his stool again before he got the boot. A shame really, but not a surprise.

I mentioned blondes because I spent over 3 hours yesterday having my hair bleached. It still suits me ...

So another football free weekend. It's FA Cup weekend and we got knocked out. Luckily enough we don't have to make a trip to Blackburn, but all things being equal we could have had another quality weekend in Blackpool.

Our last Premier league match was way back against Liverpool. It was 1 Feb, and that seems like a lifetime ago, but anyway we have the Spudz on Wednesday and it already looks like one of them matches.

I'm can't get my head around this travellers debate in all the papers at the moment. I'm sure that if they were on my doorstep I'd have the hump, no I'd know I'd have the hump.

I haven't mentioned it, but I've been watching Comic Relief does Fame Academy this week. I don't understand it really. They have some good singers like Edith and Kim, but Reggie ... whoooosh.

My tune of the day: Everything - John M.Steed ft Gary Mudbone Cooper

Not good enough ....

That's the Arsenal all over. Just not good enough. So why is it every time we play them we treat them like demi gods? Just get at them, kick them, punch them treat them like the North London muppets that they are. Come on you know it makes sense.

Why do people on packed trains pick their bags up by sticking their asses right out? Why when the train is a good one minute outside London Bridge do people sitting want to get up and try and push their way to the door? Why do people insist on reading their papers on packed trains and then rest them on you? Why do people on packed trains stink? Why do birds suddenly appear?

I got a text last night asking me to join a book club. Now is it a good idea? Do I really want to sit around with strangers discussing the finer points of Harry Potter? Yeah, of course I do ... I have too much love to give.

It's my hair day today. A nice three hour or so appointment this afternoon.

My tune of the day: Most precious love - Blaze ft Barbara Tucker

Down in the jungle ...

I've just bought a Safari suit. Now that could be a good outfit for football ... Worldnet!!!!

Elements of Life

How good was that? Louie Vega and the Elements of Life. Louie Vega, Josh Milan, Anané, and Raul Midón. Absolute perfection ... added to Giles Peterson and some V&T's what a night.

I missed the Chelea game, but I'm not that bothered really. It was meant to be good, but sod the lot of them.

An uneventful journey to work today. John Legend on disc, lesser than normal people, all very strange really.

I'm not really down with it at the moment and haven't really got too much to say, so I may have to try and pen something else this afternoon ..!!!

My tune of the day: Let Me Show You Love - Romanthony

Looking good ...

My new jackets ready to wear. So thats what I'm doing, wearing it. Righto ... a picture is attached.


my jacket

It was one of those nights yesterday. Nothing happening, a phone call from Glen moaning about computers. Switch it off and back on again I said.

The journey to work this morning wasn't all that better. Yawning garlic breathe, dandruff, people reading the paper as they walk up the stairs, people getting to the barrier and then deciding to look for their ticket, the entrance at Aldgate East closed til 2006. See, I haven't got that much to moan about really.

The ressies won 5-2 against Derby last night. I haven't been to see them in years, but I may do it when the weather improves. You get to see goals, up and coming players and some £20k a week "Stars" with the strop. What more could you ask for?

As I mentioned it's out to the Jazz Cafe tonight to see Louie Vega. Sod Chelsea and sod Barcelona. They are all welcome to each other, cheating gits. I saw that Deco dive this morning ..

My tune of the day: I'm caught up - Risco Connections

more tea Vicar ....

Your names not down, you're not coming in ....

It was one of those weekends. From rushing around, drinking, watching the beautiful game to lazing around watching Spiddy 2 on DVD, and having a pizza for the first time in months.

I had a few vodka's on Friday night at a bar somewhere in Grays Inn Road. It was a Sound Clash doo with some peeps from Norman Jays forum against some peeps from Giles Petersons forum. It was a bit of a love in, but it was good to have a good chat with some of the old school.

Saturday was a bit strange. An early start out in Putney. The vodka's were still kicking in so I decided on my old favourite, an espresso and accompanying white wine. The wine was a bit ropy, a bit like the football really but it was an interesting day. It was good to see some of the Charlton out and about, even if they were more interested in drinking in the Wetherspoons than the posher establishments. We eventually got a black cab to Secrets on the Finchley Road, but lasted all of 5 minutes when they tried to charge us £11 for a glass of beer.

We eventually got into the West End, but it's now all full of Eastern European Doormen, and Australian rope huggers who don't know what's what. I knew there was a reason I don't go out much in the West End.

I've just remembered that I'm going to the Jazz Cafe tomorrow to see Louie Vega and his band. A nice bit of Latin/ Afro Jazz, all very hands in the air. I can't wait.

Oh and I did watch some of the woman's League Cup Final between Charlton and Arsenal yesterday. Shocking is all I can say.

The cars still in the garage and it's still cold. Roll on Spring it's about time you were sprung.

My tune of the day: Whoopsy Daisy - Jill Scott

Sign of the times ...

Is Simon Jordan the ultimate lad or not? Well according to the article in Loaded (Does anyone still read this shite?) he is the players player, or playa if you will. He smashes up his cars, gambles £50k at a time, goes to Vegas with Ian Wright to go mad and drink themselves to Palookaville (nasty), drops his £15k phone in a gin and tonic and gets mugged for a £70k Franck Muller watch. They say that money maketh the man ... I say bollocks. Is Simon Jordan that much of a mug? Does he actually believe in his importance? He may have money, yes, but style and grace he ain't ... and to add to that he thinks he would have strangled Craig Bellamy with his own tongue, once he'd removed it from his own ass ... some people. Once a Palarse mug ... always a Palarse mug!!!!

I watched that programme on Traffic Wardens last night. Oh what a can of worms. It takes me back to a time when I got a parking ticket on my car for a place I wasn't parked in. You can argue the toss til the cows come home but you are dealing with idiots. There was the bit in the programme last night when a woman had baliffs on her door. It was to do with a van she had sold 2 years previous and had gone to court to prove. She won but it made no difference to the Parking slobs, who just passed her round from pillar to post. You would wouldn't you ...!!!!

I'm looking forward to the Foolham game tomorrow. Weather permitting. I may have to change my outfit though, if it keeps on snowing!!!!

Another week goes by. It's March, a quarter of the year. What's that all about?

Why do people criss cross one another walking down a train platform? They try to duck and dive detween peeps to get another 2 foot ahead. I don't get it, well my foot did this morning when a fat moron tried to cut across me and trod on it. In my nice suede numbers as well ...

My tune of the day: Til I found you - Jasper St Company

Wrap up warm ...

It's going to be a tad chilly ... Put ya coat on

It's cold outside ...

Ain't it just, but at least the sun is shinning and the sky is blue.

Blimey ...

I was reading something about MMR this morning. I have no pickney so it's not generally something I would be bothered with but it all seems rather strange. Did you know that the original sample survey linking MMR with autism was done using 12 children. TWELVE!!!!! Just look at the panic that it has caused. Now a Japanese study, on over 32,000 children has shown that autism increased when the MMR wasn't used and the children had individual injections.

Well that will be that then ... I doubt it.

Deliagate still rumbles on. She said she wasn't pished ... yep go on girl, you tell it like it is.

My tune of the day: Bad - Michael Jackson

It's all too early ...

I was in the office today at 07:40, something to do with a meeting. It's still early doors as I'm eating my porridge but blimey getting up in the winter ain't easy, it's not easy at all. Hats off to all those peeps that have to do it every day.

I watched some of that Sheffield/ Arse game last night. A strange affair but quite enjoyable. It's funny seeing a team actually put the work in against the Arse. It's what Charlton should do, but we believe the hype these days and never perform. Just one of my observations. It was funny to see the ref in the penalty shoot out. He was adamant that a goalkeeper was not going to come off of his line. Even when Almunia saved a pen he made Jagielka take it again. There was nothing wrong with the save, just a ref being bloody minded. We all know how that works, don't we.

It seems like the Charlton are making an effort to go to Foolham on Saturday. All the allocation has been sold and there's another 700 tickets been made available. Thee could be a good turn out. But you just get the feeling don't you? It will be a laugh right up until kick off. Then we'll all be told to "siiiiddddaaannn", and shut up. Been there done that ... I can't really remember the last time we had a good atmosphere at a game. It's always good up at the Toon, but you're so far away it hurts.

There's pics in the paper today of james Beattie having his set to. It's all very strange really that a professional football should get himself in this situation. But then again you've got Pennant and Keane in court on the same day. Too much money? Arrogance? Picked upon? You know where I'm coming from ....

The California Shield law!!!! What's that all about? Martin Bashir is protecting his sources, but that doesn't really add up. The questions asked seem to be ones that needed to be asked.

"How many hours of footage were cut ..?"

"Was he being paid as a correspondent at the trial ...?"

But he doesn't have to answer. Maybe I've missed that one as well.

Mobile phone rings!!! Does it prove what type of person you are? Only if you've got that bloody crazy frog one. Use silent and vibrate, you know it makes sense.

Oh and I see Carlisle's back in the news. Not content with flood, plague and tears it's now all down to a stone sculpture ... "The Cusing Stone". You can't make this stuff up.

My tune of the day: Let the music play - Barry White

Crash, bang .. Wallop

There are those moments when you are watching the TV and it gets bit embarrassing. You have to avert your gaze or actually turn over. Last night there was one of those moments, but I ended up watching it ... just to see if I wasn't dreaming. It was the Delia Smith moments at half time of the Narwich match. It was one of those surreal moments, and I am sure she had been on the cooking sherry. It reminded me of the woman at Palace a few years back when she was ranting and raving at half time. What I say is don't give the woman a microphone. Let them in to watch but please don't let them start showing off. It was quite a moment when Delia blurted out

"Let's 'av it ...!!!!"

I endeded up doing some housework last night, but not all of it, and not as much as I had planned. I did three days of washing up, two loads of washing, hoovered the bathroom ... and cooked myself a nice bit of dinner. I then got waylaid on the computer, you know how it is. Funny things PC's ... funny things.

Can someone explain how Howard Brown, he of the Halifax add has had a waxwork made? Is he really a celeb?

Oh, I had forgotten to mention my new belt arrived on Saturday. This is the belt with an attached LED screen enabling you to type in up to 6 messages. I wore it on Saturday and cobbled together a few classics, but I'm open to offers as to what I should be saying on my belt. Come on peeps, let me know what you would say!!!!

My tune of the day: New Day - Stephanie Cooke