You have to laugh ...

It's been two days of ups and downs on the Internet/ email front here at work. Oh well, we're back on line so I might as well get in there.

It's another Bank Holiday, aren't they great!!!??? Luckily I'm passing over the UManU match to spend my time going up and down the Thames. It should be fun.

I see the papers have got u linked with Bernardo Corradi from Valencia. Hmmm ... I won't be holding my breathe ...

It seems like Chelsea will be resting most off their team up at Bolton. What does that mean you may ask? Well if they lose at Bolton, which may happen ... they will need to win their last home game to win the league. Their last home game next week. You've guessed who they are playing ... yep.

Was it me or could you tell there was something wrong with Stevie Gerrard in the week. It was like he had turned into Droopy and his cheeks were hanging down.

There wasn't a backpack man on the train today, only cello man. I kid you not ... a bloke in a Dinner Suit brought on a cello, well it was a cello case so I presume it contained a cello. He lumped it on, even though it was a short train and then spent the time hanging on for dear life. It wasn't a pretty sight.

I've bought a great outfit for the boat party on Sunday. Hopefully I may be able to get you some pictures ...

My tune of the day: Trapped - Colonel Abrams

Yesterday ...

I went down to see my Mum, so appologies ...

Centenary my a$$ ...

It may only be known by a few but this year ...2005 is the 100 year old Centenary of two of Londons senior football clubs. In 1905 both Charlton and Chelsea were founded. Blimey what a difference a hundred years makes. Chelsea are looking forward to winning the Premier League and maybe going onto win the European Cup (Champions League yeah right!!!) Us, and I say us ... Charlton are going downhill fast both on the pitch and off. It appears the players can't be arsed, the supporters can't be arsed ... and lethargy had taken over the asylum.

You see for little under a year there has been talk of a Supporters street party in Eastmoor Street the original location where the Mighty Addicks were formed all those years ago. It now appears that due to conscerns about fly tipping and hooligans (!!!) it's being relocated. Yep relocated to the Valley Car Park. I will repeat ... the car park at the Valley. Hmmmm, I say ... a double hmmm I say.

It just seems to me to be quite typical. For whatever the reasons, the merits, the problems, the personel, we seem to do all our washing in public. This person doesn't like this person, who doesn't like this person. And so on. We can't put it all to one side. Oh well ...

I won't say piss up in a brewery, because it's a car park.

The trains were up the creek this morning. When they don't work they bring out a plethora of fools. People who want to read broadsheets on a packet train. Put therir bikes on a packed train. Read their books walking up the stairs. Cut across you as you walk down the tube. I could go on.

My tune of the day: Again - Faith Evans

Hells Kitchen ...

Is it me or has this programme fallen off the rails? I couldn't give a hoot about any of the individuals and most of them on the blue team seem like complete idiots. Why I am watching this is beyond me, when I should be trawling through News 24 to make my Election choices. Oh and I realised I missed the Contender last night ... DOH!!!

Just back from a Body Max class. It is without doubt the best class I do in the week. You come out absolutely knackered. I have been wondering if JJ or Franny should do a Body Max class just to see if they put something in, they would get something out!!!

It's been one of them days. I looked at the clock and it's nearly 3.

I must crack on ...

My tune of the day: Nothing is impossible - Dubtribe Sound System

Age is but a number ...

Or so you would think. But now I'm being accussed of being ageist. It did make me chuckle.

Luckily I didn't go to Norwich, to see old boy Svensson bang home the winner in the 88th minute. I tried to picture myself there, but I was sitting in a pub in Fleetwood eating Chocolate Chip cheesecake when I saw the score, and I knew where I'd rather have been. It's quite laughable watching Charlton at this time of year. But if one suggests it's not good watching it we are told to sit down and shut up, remember where we have come from, look at the likes of Leicester, Nottingham Forest, Kingstonian!!!! Kingstonian, I ask ya.

I have to say that times do change. We are not paying players the sort of wages that Chicken Chapple and Kimmy Grant received we are paying England Internationals like Francis Jeffers and Danny Murphy shed loads. So if I expect something a tad better than Granty then I appologies. For the money Francis Jeffers must be the worst player to have played for the Addicks for years. That's taking into consideration his past clubs, his international pedigree and wages. He isn't fit to lace the boots of Sir Clive and Andy Hunt, and you can quote me on that. In fact he isn't fit to lace big Carls boots.

I can't wait until Sunday. UManU come to town. Luckily I won't be anywhere near the Valley.

My tune of the day: Evil Vibrations - Rebirth

Expectations of a Charlton fan ...

Sorry, this has been nicked off the pink oboe list. Thanks to it's originator Sean Smith but it sums up how I've been feeling ...

It relates to certain excuses being thrust down the throat of Charltons support.

"The trouble is, expectations have grown"

Sorry Curbs, but I'm not buying that excuse, lame as it is anyway.

As Charlton fans, we are absolutely delighted to have improved so much in
the last fifteen years, an improvement that can be fairly and squarely put
at your door. There is not a week goes by that we don't at some time or
another, smile a little to ourselves about where we are now. I doubt there
are many of us that would not, at the start of the season, have settled
for
tenth place, or even survival. We are not, on the whole, dreamers, nor
are
we known particularly for being unrealistic (despite the fact that had
certain of our number not dared to dream fifteen years ago, it is highly
unlikely that the improvement you so like to brag about would have ever
been achieved).

No.

Our expectations, compared to the supporters of many of the clubs who
until recently were several points below us in the table, are modest. We
expect, for example, to perform as competently in the last quarter of the
season, especially a season so remarkably free of major injuries, as we do
in the previous three. And we expect to proceed a reasonable distance in
the cup competitions, at least if we get favourable draws against teams
from lower divisions (or Palace).

And we expect the manager of our club to recognise and understand the
profound disappointment that follows when such reasonable, stable
expectations are not met, time and again, and to take responsibility for
it, rather than to attempt to blame it on us.

I'll leave it there ... I have no wish to bicker on any more about Charlton and the trip to Narwich tomorrow. Luckily I'm not going, so ya boo sucks.

My tune of the day: I realise - Jiva

Apathy ...

Well Charlton got a 0-0 draw with Villa last night. So what? Exactly!!! Let's move on ...

Abi Titmus has been voted in the FHM Magazines top list of beautiful girls. Jesus!!!! She actually comes in at number 7. More like number two!!!! Given that Cheryl Tweedy is in their at number two ... well yes ok, that;s about right. Charlotte Church at number 10 ... I do wonder sometimes.

There's still more stuff in the paper about the new Pope. There's even stuff about people registering the Popes name on hotmail and then selling it on ebay ... why didn't I think of that!!!!????

I think I need to find a gardener. If anyone knows of a good one please let me know.

Oh and it's St Georges Day on Saturday. Time to go out and find a Dragon to Slay.

My tune of the day: Till I found you - Jasper Street Company

One of them days ...

I've not had a day off work sick for well ... er, years. But I woke up this morning with the worst headache I've had in ... er, well years. I hadn't been drinking, or staying out late ... it's not good. I think I need to go and get my eyes tested, I've been squinting a lot recently.

I went back to bed for a few hours but I'm in the office now ... I am a martyr!!!

I had a couple of strange experiences on the way to work though. I popped in the off license to get another box of nurofen. There was a bloke in their arguing about the prices of Lucozade. He was moaning that some of the bottles had been pre marked with 69 pence and some were marked by the shop at 59 pence. He said that all the bottles should be 69 pence. The shop keeper was arguing that he was doing some at a special price, he could have marked all the bottles at 69 pence or maybe even a pound. The bloke didn't get it, even stating that ...

"you're making the prices up as ya go along ...!!!"

Well isn't that the Shop Keepers prerogative? Can't he make prices up as he goes along. Isn't it then down to the individual to pay it or not?

At the train station there was a woman trying to get the free Homes and Properties magazine (the one that comes free with the evening Standard) off of the newsagent. He was saying that he can't just give it away as the standard had just been delivered, but she could have one later on in the evening. She didn't get it ... she couldn't work out what the difference was. She should have just paid the 40 pence ...

My tune of the day: Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder

Hells Kitchen ... yadda, yadda

I was stuck watching this last night. I say stuck, well I could have turned it over but I was ... well I was hooked. It's so crass, so horrible that I couldn't turn it over. We have the fat builder, the gay waiter, the single mum, the entrepreneur, the West Indian, so woman from Masterchef!!! I will repeat it's a car crash programme, but I'm already hooked.

What is it with ebay? I'm constantly looking for bargains, that in reality I don't need, but buy anyway. I'm reading Paulo Di Canios autobiography at the moment, that I bought off of ebay. I'm sitting in the office in a teeshirt and jeans that I bought off of ebay. I wore a jacket to work that I bought off of ebay. I think I'm hooked. I actually thought about purchasing Sky+ yesterday but instead bought a freeview box, off of ebay to give me a few more channels in the bedroom. Some people say they wouldn't have a TV in their bedroom. Sod that I say!!!

Two weeks in and I'm fed up with the Election. Everytime I watch the news, we have Michael Howard talking about immigration and asylum. Are there no other issues? Are there no issues relating to your average single, twenty seven year old South Londoner. No, not really ... it's all pensions, send them back, dirty hospitals and superbugs and Tony Blairs suntan. Are you thinking what we're thinking ... er, no not really.

Celebrity Wrestling starts on Saturday. I'm not happy. Wrestling is proper Sports Entertainment it's not something to be scoffed at. They should have just had Ric Flair ride roughshot over all them muppets ..... Wwwwooooooooooooooo.

I just thought, does anyone still do the National Lottery?

My tune of the day: Amazing Love - Anane

That's my onions ....

A better performance but we still lost. It's a fact, on occasions you will play ok but lose. It's not good when this is tagged onto the end of some dyer performances. A lose is a lose, is a lose.

That's my lot anyway. Or as I say my onions. I won't be watching the boys in red again this season. Norwich/ UManU/ Palarse you can keep it. I've got better things to do with my time.

Talking about Time, I ended up in Greenwich yesterday for a post marathon drink. In the Beer garden of the Gypsy Moth I was a little bit worst for wear. Given that I had gone out Saturday night and after a few stops was in Greenwich I thought I had been doing great. I would have to say it was quite funny sitting in the sun wearing black feathers and a pink cravat. Ho hum.

It's still cold, and rainy. Come on spring it's about time you sprung.

I'm still a tad tired so I'm putting my thoughts on hold until I get back on track.

My tune of the day: Woman - Pevenn Everett

A lack of moaning ...

It seems like I haven't been moaning as much lately. Now that just won't do. There is still much to moan about on a day to day basis.

1. There are still people who get on trains wearing rucksacks and then bump everyone each time they turn slightly. There has been an increase in suited and booted bods wearing such rucksacks. What's that all about?

2. People who read or text whilst walking. Look where youre going, damn it!!!

3. People who talk loudly on mobile phones. There's no need for it.

4. People who call other people "Matey" ... like the bald Stone Island clad individual on the train this morning.

5. People who get to the ticket barriers and then look for their ticket. Move to one side, get out of my way. Usually they are also carrying a rucksack and are on the phone.

6. People who put up umbrellas when it's not raining. They then walk around without looking.

7. People who stink ... take a shower.

I'm not that bad. Yea I do like a good old moan, but hey if you supported Charlton you'd moan as well. We've had Dandy Murphy in the paper this morning blasting Charlton fans who want to get rid of Curbs. He says, Alan is an excellent manager and has done great things here!!!! Well great stuff Dandy. He then says and I'll quote ...

"We need something out of the game (the one on Saturday against Bolton) preferably a win."

No shit Sherlock!!!! Blimey, we need a win this week. What did he say when we played WBA? Don't worry lads we can do without a win this week. we'll save that for the Bolton game.

My tune of the day: Take good care of me - Arnold Jarvis

Freaky sight of the day

Bloke in reception wearing a baggy open denim shirt with a Liverpool top underneath. Now they all come out of the woodwork ...

Top Quote ...

Computer games don't affect kids.
I mean if Pacman effect us as kids,
we'd all be running around in darkened rooms,
munching magic pills and listening to repetitive
electronic music ...

Blackcurrent and Lime Coulis ...

Well that's what it's called, and I pulled out all the stops in making a fine dinner last night. If you weren't down you weren't down. Wild Mushroom risotto and duck to follow, with sticky toffee pudding and custard. It rocks ... I TELL THEE IT ROCKS.

One of the boys on Netaddicks saw JJ in Harrods yesterday. He asked him what he was doing, and JJ said he wasn't there to do any shopping. You never know, he may be swapped for Claus. Here's wishing!!!

Oh sometimes things do make you laugh. From my favourite read the Sun.

Eurovision update - Latvias entry will be Karlis Bumeisters, as will half the audience I'd imagine. It does make me laugh.

I was thinking about Dr Who. Yes, I know quite sad really, but I was thinking after reading that the Christopher Eccleston is leaving. Now I seem to remember that TimeLords could only regenerate about 9 times. This change will be the Dr's 9th!!! So what happens now? It was why the Master couldn't regenerate any further. I know it's sad, I should do more cooking.

It was a shame to see the Juventus fans last night. Faces hidden, throwing missiles, bombs etc. Give me the happy clappy mob any day ... er, maybe not.

My tune of the day: It Looks Like Love - Vincent Montana Jr

For phat think fat ...

Or so they would have us believe in the Sun this morning

I hope my Bum looks big in this!!

Now pardon me. They are banging on about women striving for smaller bottoms, but having to follow fashion by wearing bum-boosting pants. Yea, yea ... I see what you are saying. If the fashionista would bother to get my train every morning they would realise that far from needing bum boosters some, no most of these women need to go on a diet or join me at Legs, bums and tums. You can carry a Louis Vuitton bag all you want, it doesn't mean your ass is any smaller. We then have some Electrician telling us that he likes girls with little pert bums. He quotes Kylie as an example. Well we have Kev on the case here. Kylie is like a doll. She's about 4 foot tall with no curves. Her bum is like a little boys bum, so there you go Kev and his electrician friend like little boys bums. J-Los is too big ... hmmm ... yep and Charlton are going to qualify for Europe.

I watched a programme on BBC2 last night about Chuck D and Public Enemy. Now it's actually good to see a programme like this on Auntie. Why, for no other reason than it just is!!!

There's even more football on tonight ... sod Chelsea and sod Liverpool and aren't Charlton still twined with Inter ... you can stuff that.

My tune of the day: Just A Breath Away - Nadirah Shakoor

Foie Gras anyone ... ?

Or even better a burger at Wagyu, made from strains of beef imported from Kobe in Japan. This beef is reared on beer and massaged until it weighs three quarters of a tonne. It's only £55 though ... so I'll be passing that one up.

Do you ever get the feeling that you've missed out a large chunk of your life. I seem to have been pottering around doing the same jobs for ever. I should be up there doing something that would make my life complete!!!! Right-o, I'll get my coat.

I was reading Inspector Sands "All Quiet ..." and was a bit perturbed that he says "The worst thing about being a Charlton fan, is other Charlton fans." Hmmm, is what I say. In reality I have nothing in common with 99% of Charlton fans other than Charlton. There is the odd exception ... that 1% that I am glad I know. However my views on Charlton are quite long standing, and can be ... no are a little selfish. You can argue that Charlton are now an established Premier League club, with aspirations of getting into Europe. People will say that they would much prefer to be travelling to Anfield than Gresty Road, White Hart Lane to Roots Hall.But hang on. Word on the street was that the Living Dead were all herded onto the free coaches last Saturday. Then moaned when anyone stood up, sang, swore, chanted etc, etc. I've been in those Charlton crowds. Bolton and Gillingham in the Cup. Man Utd in the league every season, and so on and so forth. That's why part of me doesn't want to travel away. I don't want to sit in front of people with travel blankets over their knees like I did at WBA the year we won the First Divison. I don't want to be told to sit down and shut up because I stood to remonstrate with the ref when he didn't give us a penalty at Elland Road. Now I am not romanticising about 85 of us being at Grimsby, or going to Hudderfield and Oldham in back to back weeks. But I remember going to Barnsley, Birmingham, Stockport with people who wanted to support the team, the way I want to support the team. So yes I'm being selfish ... and yes, I'm not going to any more away matches until they sort out who I can sit with, the pricing is brought into line a bit more. Chelsea want to charge 40 squid for a game that's live on Sky. That's my Sky subscription for a month ... what do you think?

There seems to be football on the tele ever single day. There must come a time when we don't want it any more.

Oh well maybe that's just me ... I'm all footballed out ... and I haven't seen that many games.

My tune of the day: Free - Stephanie Mills

Football, football ... I love football

Sang Frank Sidebottom. But he probably never supported Charlton (well he was from Yorkshire)and probably was never on the Pink Oboe (CAFC email list)!!!! If he had he would be a little like me, in a conundrum. Now I support Charlton, I want them to win ... but I know they won't so I can't be bothered. Now should I be bothered, or should I not? That is the question!!! Well, I wasn't fused about going to Pompey. Mainly because it's a ... pardon my French, a shite house. No covering, seats bolted onto a terrace, full of Jolly Sailors. That's not me thanks. All for 30 bar. But this Saturday against Bolton is my last game of the season. It's quite apt really as Bolton away was the first game of the season. So we'll start and end with a bang ... NOT!!!

In comparison I watched the Real Madrid/ Barca game yesterday, and what a game it was. Goals, skill, headbutting the post and a couple of Englishmen looking quite at home in the company. I'm not Michael Owens greatest fan, but he did look the part. Beckham was quite good as well ...

But I did think that is it the same game that these teams play in comparison to Charlton. But then I think that supposedly some of the Charlton lot are on (reportedly) maybe £10-20 grand a week. That to me is unbelievable. They don't deserve £100 a week. But hey what do I know ... er, I know enough to keep my money in my pocket and let other people pay to watch the dross.

I also caught some of the Masters Golf from Augusta. In reality a stupid, crass game ... but on occasions unbelievable. That Tiger Woods putt on the 16th ... well, if you haven't seen it ... believe.

Now I'm not one to discuss my politics, but with the Elections less than a month away, it's all a bit in yer face. I would have to say everything seems Politically motivated at the moment, but I still don't get it. I'm still waiting for the extension of opening hours from the last election 4 years ago. Seems like I have a bit of a wait on my hands. My Mother keeps telling me to vote Labour because she wants a free bus pass. I am lead to believe that Labour have promised a free bus pass for all over 65's. But if I do vote because of that, you'll find that they forget they said that, or the admin of it will take them 4 years to get them out to all the over 65's. Oh and then we have the Conservatives and their boarder police. They keep saying that Immigration Officers and Labour don't know how many illegal immigrants are in the country. Well isn't that why they are illegal? They have snuck in, through the proverbial backdoor, so of course you wouldn't know how many. Oh, ok maybe it is me then !!!!

Now the question I am asking myself is can I get away with a corsage ? Oh well, the sun is shining, I may give it a go!!!

My tune of the day: Kinky Reggae - Claude 9

Yellows ... yellows

Luckily I didn't take myself down to Fratton to see us curl up and die in the face of a Portsmouth onslaught. Instead I went out and bought a new fish tanks, and an overnight bag.

I have no interest in Charltons end of year slump. I am keeping my money in my pocket and not getting worked up about it.

Oh, and I caught my first full Doctor Who episode. Utter balony, crap, ball-der-dash, it just doesn't work.

My tune of the day: Not a game - Raphael Saadiq

BLOODY BLOGGER ...

I've just spent half hour venting my frustrations and blogger goes into one and loses it all ...

Unbelievable. Anyway, i'll try and remember ...

I did start off by saying I had one of those nights. I ended up watching Footballers Wives. I've never watched it before so it was all a surprise to me. Infact it's a load of old baloney!!! It's not even remotely funny, in fact it's quite sad really, and you know people like that really exist.

My Charlton Pink away kit thunder has gone a bit squibbish. Bristol Rovers have only gone and done one. It seems they put up a spoof Pink 3rd kit on April Fools day, but the fans loved it. So they have commissioned a limited supply of kits. That sucks. Charlton should get their finger out and do a pink and sky blue hooped number. That would be worth it. A Pink day down in Portsmouth.

I also had a moan about people sitting on the outside of a two seater seat on the train. I don't get it, and it's rude. But then again people are basically rude. So if you see someone doing it, ask them to move over, then go and sit somewhere else.

Oh, and Ken and Deirdre get married tonight. It's good, wholesome entertainment ... quality.

It's also funny reading the Chelsea moans about the penalty that Ballack won against them for Bayern on my birthday. So Chelsea never get the run of the green. The handball at Liverpool comes to mind. It's swings and roundabouts, Swallows and Amazons. Get over it and do the same. It's easy really.

So Pompey have appointed Leannes brother Alain Perrin as their new boss. He says "Charlton? Never heard of them". Well quality. Another French manager with flair, intelligence and wealth of football knowledge. If I've heard of St Etienne, Troyes and Lyon well he can keep his mouth shut. It's quite funny really as he's up on a sexual harrasment charge back at Marsailles, and he's getting help initially from David Pleat!!!! Now there's a couple of bedfellows. Although David says he's not going to be there on a day to day basis but he's always on the end of a phone. It'll have to be a hands free kit Dave!!!!

How cold is it? I've heard of April showers, but not April snow storms. Well I say snow but it was sleeting this morning. Roll on summer. If it's like this all weekend I think I'll be hugging my duvet.

My tune of the day: Paradise in the Sahara - John Kumahara featuring Martino

Drink, drink .... and er, drink

It's the day after. It's always a little hazy but that's due in parts to Vodka tonics, and Long Island Ice Teas. It was good to see some of the collective out and about yesterday afternoon/ evening. It was funny to have that cake brought out to a resounding chorus of Happy Birthday, even when that Strawberry blonde bloke looked gobsmacked looking through the window.

It was a great afternoon, thanks to all those who took time out to hang with me.

It's official, I'm on my way to Chavsville. Page 21 of the Sun. Is it ok for men to wear pink? Only a season or two out eh chaps. So they get some bloke that looks like Bernie, well he does doesn't he, to head round the mean streets of East London, dressed head to foot in pink. Then they get the bloke to say things like ... "I felt like a complete wally", 2It's a load of old cobblers what these experst come up with" ...

Yes, yes ... easy now.

It's all a way of expression. You have to be comfortable within yourself, and you have to have a bit of style. You could put Kev in pink and he'd look like a flamingo. Just look at the Juventus away kit that just about sums it all up. Stylish, clasic, continental. Let's all let illuminous yellow and look like a cross between a parrott and a banana.

Oh and hot off the press. A German court have ruled that FIFA shouldn't have banned Cameroons one-piece kit. Well that's all good then.

I've just noticed that Curbs is in the paper threatening to ring the changes away at Portsmouth. Yep, throw in all the Reserves. I'll get my coat.

I think I will have to go to Ikea at the weekend!!! I do live the life ...

My tune of the day: Stay with you - John Legend

What a difference a year makes ...!!!!

Yep, there we go ... 27 ... whoopeee dooo. I had a cheeky look at what I was chatting about last year. I must have been depressed.

It's another afternoon of drinking and pudding. You can't beat Sticky toffee pudding on your birthday.

I treated myself by wearing my pink jacket with matching scarf, but it isn't the done thing for men to wear scarves. Sod that.

There will be drinks this evening, you all know where.

It's just started raining, and I have no coat. Blimey that's not good. But hey I could just spend the afternoon deciding who I will vote for!!! That's a postal vote by the way. The days of me trawling down the nearest primary school are long gone. It's lucky I'm not in Birmingham though. I could have ended up voting for the Bernie Rassil party.

Oh and Wendal wanted a rosette. Talk about a year too late.

My tune of the day: Take me I'm yours - Mary Clark

Heaven in the afternoon ..

It's been one of thoses days. I got up early, had a joyous journey to work, Connes and the tube were actually working in tandem today .. whooopeeee.

Had a bowl of porridge then I've been snowed under. It's actually quite enjoyable being rushed off ones feet. Apart from an hour at body max that is.

Luckily the after works drinks have been called off. I need to do some serious housework. There's three days washing up and ironing to be done. I live the life.

Aren't Arsenal in the Champions League tonight?

The reserves won the FA Reserve league South last night. I would say they sucked ... but I won't.

Oh and the post office have lost a package. They say they tried to deliver it on Saturday morning, but I say you didn't. They say it's in the Lewisham sorting Office I say they say it's not.

Oh well.

My tune of the day: I'll be your friend - Robert Owen

Let's be avin' you ....

Was what Bowyer said to Dyer, or visa versa, but it is funny. It was like watching Hogan vs. the Ultimate Warrior from back in the day. As they say on Soccer AM

EASY ... EASY

But for all Charlton fans it brought back memories of the Derek Hales and Mike Flanagan clash from 1979. Now that was a spat, not the Newcastle handbags. I thought it was funny how Shearer was left fuming. It appears he instigated the press conference to make them apologies. Good work Alan ... NOT.

Talking of football, I went to a game on Saturday. Charlton vs Man City. Well I call it a game, but at times it was more like a murder mystery game. I would say that Charlton were at their inept best. Out of position, slow, passing to non existent team-mates, you get the picture. If it wasn’t for Deano, some Charlton-esque finishing from Jon Maken and some luck we would have been about 6-1 down. As it was we regrouped and stole a point with a very late equaliser. If you were a City fan you would have been gutted. As a Charlton fan I can't wait til next season.

I spent part of yesterday watching a tribute to Bill Hicks DVD. The goat boy sketch was quality. It's hard to believe that he dies in 1994. That's another must watch.

I'll be 27 in two days time. Have I mentioned that? It’s strange because over the last few years I've had Champions League semi-finals on my big day. Luckily Charlton haven't been involved so I don't really give a toss.

I'm not going to mention the passing of the Pope. Although some of it seems strange to me. Even Bertie Raznil had to mention it on the Netaddicks site. Why, I'm not sure!!! But I’m sure he was aware some of the responses he would get. One of the weirdest things that I heard was a couple of women from Scotland being interviewed in St Peters Square. They said they were in Rome and felt drawn to the Square. The atmosphere was dignified, quiet and made for reflection. They then said that they were glad they were there as it was a once in a life time experience. Hold on. I'm 27, and Pope John Paul the first was elected and dies within a month back in the 70's. So that makes 3 Popes in my lifetime … yea, yea. Work it out yourself. So how is that a once in a lifetime experience. Also given that they are going to elect a new Pope who will be in his 70’s … well you get my drift.

My tune of the day: Eye of the Tiger - Survivor :)

April Fools ...

It's got to be Alan Shearer. Another year Alan, another year. No, maybe it's not Alan, it's all us muppets who honestly thought he'd retire at the end of the season. Yeah right, you toddle off Alan into the night maybe 2-3 goals shy of the Newcastle record ... a nearly man. The story of your life really.

However looking through the paper the April Fool could be the Sun Sex Writer who says that 1 in 2 women own a sex toy. Now come on, it's got too be far more than that??? Every woman has a wobbly wabbit, don't they? Or maybe it's the women I know ... oh well.

Hang on, it's got to be Meteja Kezzman for accussing UEFA of trying to destroy Chelsea. Hmmmm, yep Metaja, that's right, he got a two game touchline ban and a couple of grand fine. That's what I call lucky, bleedin' lucky.

It could be, wait for it ... Christopher Eccleston. Dr No, er Who, What!!!! THE MUPPET HAS ONLY GONE AND RESIGNED AFTER ONE SERIES, STATING HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE TYPE CAST. YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY!!

Or it could be all the fools that go out and buy Jonathan Kings CD. Don't do it.

Oh, I've been sent another pic from the pink party at the weekend. Oh dear ...


I just don't believe it ...


My tune of the day:Sweet Thing - Leroy Burgess