Oran Juice Jones

Well they only finally went and done it. Yep, they delivered my Sofa. Only 6 months 2 weeks and three days. But hey if I wanted an easy life I'd support Chelsea and go to DFS.

It turned up as you would expect in the back of a big van. I also got a big black spider and two of the cushions soaked in water. That's fair though, because at least I've got the damn thing. I can now have a nice sit down or maybe even a lie down. The choice is mine.

It's been a bit hectic lately. Working like a worky thing given that I am the only one in the office. Fitting in a hair cut before I depart for my hollybobs, and generally going out having a great time. I had a drunken night in Canary Wharf yesterday. It was all due to the sambuccas. It even made me get some chicken and chips on the way home. Not good. The night before I had a great night at Cafe Kick over in Shoreditch. An hour of bar football, some drinks a nice bit of food ... how else would you like to spend an evening?

It looks like it's going to be a hectic weekend. I've got a free ticket for the Metro SW4 DOO tomorrow. It could be free booze. We then have two days of the Notting Hill Carnival. Over Kensal Green sides, we have Good Times and Norman Jay playing the party tunes. A bottle of rum and some dancing shoes and I'll be well away. Then Tuesday it's off for a well earned break. I'll be doing my best Rocky impression running up the stairs. I'll get some pics for you.

My tune of the day: - That's What Love Does (Louis Benedetti Mix) - William 'Smoke' Howard

Day at the races ...

Had one of them days yesterday, so will be back to post more in a bit ....

Current Nearest Observations: heavy rain 15°CS (19 mph)
Relative Humidity (%): 90
Pressure (mB): 1007, Falling
Visibility: Moderate

From the BBC weather page. Jesus, it's been raining non stop all day, it's summer. We have a bank holiday weekend coming up, WTF. There is definately something wrong ... oh and don't wear flip-flops if you can't carry them off ...

I found some old maths coursework ... 

Bish, bosh ... bash

Some thinks are quite annoying. I was reading about "Lotto Lout" Michael Carroll this morning and his ex-bird said, to quote ... "He loved to pelt traffic wardens with Big Macs ... there was ketchup everywhere." Well hello, there is no ketchup in Big Macs, everybody knows it's special sauce. Jesus. At least get your facts right.

It's also quite funny ready footballers recall certain games and incidents in matches. I was reading a Scott Parker interview on the way to Sunderland a week or so ago. He was bleating about this and that, but said one of his best matches was the boxing day victory over Chelsea. He said we were up against it and went one nil down early doors, before equalising then hanging on for dear life. Hang on a minute. Was this the Boxing Day match in 2003, when we beat the Chels 4-2. The one where HH scored in the first stroke second minute. The one where Chelse equalised with their first attack, then sat back as Charlton ran riot. Where Paulo made John Terry look stupid, and Matty Holland scored a cracking header, Euelly that incredible half volley and with twenty minutes left we were 4-1 up. Yes, Scott, it's the same match you were playing in the damn thing ... so at least get your facts right.

I've just noticed it's started raining again. Oh there goes the summer. It's oh so depressing. Where's the sun?

My tune of the day: Gypsy Woman - Curtis Mayfield

The King of Flip Flops ...

Well i never knew flip-flops would be so controversial. From Lattimers use of my lime green number to Giles saying the only other flip flop wearer he knows is Gandhi. It's as though I was wearing an indian headdress or a pair of backless chaps. They are flip-flops straight off Ipanema beach, well one pair was from Copacabana, but really. I like flip-flops and I'll wear them ... but not at the Notting Hill Carnival.

It still annoys me when people stand at the ticket barrier and then fumble for their ticket. What's that all about? It annoys me when people sit on the outside seat and put their bag inside. Per-lease. It annoys me when get off at Cannon Street and light up straight away. For heavens sake, give peace a chance.

I've just heard that I may finally be getting my sofa. I've been waiting for 5 months and was finally giving up hope. So I went back to the showroom. It had been turned into a coffee bar. Lucky that eh? So I go in explain the situation to the Eastern European "Beauty" behind the counter. She plays dumb. Don't know him, don't know any sofa shop. But given that the Sofa Shop proprietor was Eastern European and was telling me about his plan for a coffee shop, I let her carry on. I have to say I was getting more and more adjatated, and she then said I couldn't speak to her like that. You have to laugh. I said I should come back with a van and take the sofas in the coffee shop. She said you can't do that. I said watch me.

You know what, I left my number and within 4 minutes I had a call. A bloke, the owner of the Sofa shop. Oh that's a coincidence. He has my sofa on the van. His phone had been stolen, he didn't have my number. Yea right. He can deliver in the next two days. So I've phoned the back-up. Watch this space.

My tune of the day: First Time - Kenny Carvejal ft Carla Pratha

In Thomas we trust ....

So I sit there reveling in the Addicks actually want to attack, and as Thomas flicks the ball back behind his body a shout goes up ...

"Just bleedin clear it ..."

Hang on!!!! Clear it, we are attacking, against Wigan ... and in reality you want him to boot the ball up the pitch. Sometimes you wonder why you bother. Thomas may be, just may be the best ball player I've seen at Charlton, and for him to "boot da ball" is sacriledge. I want to see him beat a man, then go back and beat him again. Take the piss. Do those step overs, wiggle his leg, shake his head, his foot, his ass whatever he has to. I have had years of watching Brendan O'Connell plough the furrow, now I want to be entertained. You can't tell me that Paul Mortimer taking the Michael i the snow at the New London Stadium wasn't one of your alltime favourite Charlton moments? Or the Killer overhead kick against Hull City which on the Big Match goal of the season. It's all about entertainment .. that's what I want.

I'd just like to put in print how good Alexi Smertin and Dandy Murphy were on Saturday. Now these two compliment each other, and long may it continue.

The X-Factor!!! Wha'ts that all about? We've had that, surely, they can't keep flogging a dead horse?

It's August, and it's been raining all day ... it must be close to the bank holiday? All down hill to Christmas then. I'll have to start getting my Chrimbo list together. Luckily I didn't hang my washing out on the line this morning. Decisions, decisions ...

I can't wait for a paperless office ...

My tune of the day: Gloria's Muse - Blaze

The rain in spain ...

As the black clouds crossed the sky yesterday afternoon, they mirrored the look on my face. The sun had shone for 3 days, in fact yesterday lunch time as I ate some sushi in Borough Market the temperature was touching 100 degrees. Yes, I know I am prone to exageration but hey, as Bern would say it's my blog. Anyway ... you may wonder why I was that bothered about the weather? Generally, as nice as it is when the sun shines, I have a lot of other things to moan about before the weather. But last night I had booked to go Somerset House to sit in the 18th century courtyard and combibe an urban picnic, there woprds not mine, with live DJing and a film ... in this case Spirited Away. Well anyway, the clouds did hold off ... brussels pate and blue cheese was consumed as well as lashing and lashings of ginger beer. All in all a quality night, quality company ... even if I do say so myself.

Today however the rain is falling. It's like we haven't had rain for months, then all of a sudden it all wants to fall at once. Just in time for the weekend. The weekend before the Bank Holiday weekend, and the Notting Hill Carnival.

Before we get to next weekend we've got to get through this one, and our first ever fixture against Wigan Athletic. It should actually be interesting given the fact that we have a sort of match against them on Saturday morning. Yep CIAFC are back and have their first game of the season. I'm down to play in goal, but we will wait and see.

After last weeks victory at Sunderland I'm actually quite looking forward to the game tomorrow. Famous last words eh!!!!!

My tune of the day: Brand New Dance - BeBe Winans

Sea lions and bleedin Coco the Clown ...

Indeed. It appeared that aliens came down to earth kidnapped the England Football Squad and replaced them with a set of Clowns in an experiment that would test the patience of the best of us. We had a line up including Rio, Becks, Rooneeeeee, Joseph Cole. Now tell me, what's the average weekly wage here. Shed loads, yes, no? But last night it appeared that what we had was a set of players that couldn't be bothered, couldn't motivate themselves, couldn't kick it, (yes they can) ... or even act like they cared. Gerrard was a pale imitation of the Liverpool player, Lumpard was overweight, and outfought by Tommy Gravesen, Cole of the J variety kept cutting back onto his right foot ... and Becks was concentrating on his hair more than his flare. The funniest moment though was at the end of the game. When being interviewed David James said that he wasn't mentally prepared for the game. Well I had to have a little sit down then. He's a footballer, that's what he does. So when would be be prepared? Have I missed something here? Thank the lord that Darren didn't have to get off the bench for this one. His time will come.

Right, after that shambles I turned over and watched the Channel 4 blockbuster !!!! LOST.

I'm not sure what it's all about, but what I did learn is that the Americans can still make shmultsey, cringeworthy TV. The end bit when Walt finds his dog, to a soft rock accompaniment is ... well you get me. Yes, I'll be watching, but it is surprising that the BBC can't make such stirling TV. Extras my ass.

It just dawned on me that I've never seen Wigan play football. That'll be a new team. It must be my first new team since er, Yeovil last year. But they do have Jason Roberts up front. I wonder what sort of game the centre halves will be expecting?

Oh back to England. How does Glen Johnson get a game? He doesn't even play for Chelskov. It makes a mockery of actually picking players that can do a job. Jeez, just let me get over it. Anyway at least Romm scored.

Guess what? I'm really happy with the Sony Ericsson K750i. The camera is good and it actual does what it says on the tin. Whoooosh.

My tune of the day: New York House - Marlon D

My attire ... and nobody says a word 

Sea lions on me shirt ...

Blimey, the Ashes euphoria has been taken up by Becks and Co, and En-ger-land are going to win the World Cup next year. I for one would love this to happen, but per-lease. Aren't we all realists? When we get down to it, in either the quarters or Semis we'll all be let down ... again.

So what's the chances of Darren playing for the Seniors tonight? Even a half hour run out. I for one hope that he enjoys his experience and maybe doesn't get thrown to the lions. Remember what happened to Ricketts, to Jeffers and Konchesky!!! His time will come, but I just want him fit and happy for Saturday.

I've just been reading the Metro about Online dating. Now I don't want to be a killjoy of anything but frankly I find this all very strange. Does anyone know an Online date fiend? Who isn't a Creepy Older Man!!!!! No thought not. However the page in the Metro does give a few tips. Like be specifiv, don't say "I'm outdoorsy", say "this is my favourite mountain to climb in the Lake District" or in fact say why you don't really like Leeds Castle. Avoid a list of adjectives, be positive, don't have unrealistic expectations .. ha ... avoid cliches!!!!! They're having a laugh!!!! Aren't they? How am I meant to explain my love of long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners and Sunday in bed with the papers. Oh well, Online dating ... not for me.

Do you realise they are still two more tests to play. We've got to endure this Nu-Cricket even more. Brian Johnson will be turning in his grave.

I've just popped outside for a coffee. Talk about "Phew what a scorcher ..."

My tune of the day: I might do something wrong - Tortured Soul

It was a great morning until I walked into the Office door ....

Right then. After my headbanging session I can actually now concentrate on what I am doing. The cricket ...!!!! The Sun says "Vaughan's hero's robbed by ONE wicket". Call me old fashioned but robbed??? That's the whole point of the game, to bowl your opposition out twice. That's two lots of ten wickets. Not nine but ten. So England are robbed!!!! By whom? It was a great game, yes ... but don't treat us like idiots.

I had a washing and ironing frenzy last night. A weeks worth of ironing as well as three loads of washing, meant the flat was like a Chinese laundry. I also watched Old Boy an interesting Korean film, but did miss some bits due to ironing instead of watching the subtitles.

Well last night was the first BB-less night for 3 months. How did we all cope? Yeah, thought as much.

No news on the Charlton transfer targets. There's a lot of hypothetical drivel about Bowyer and Marcus Bent, but I'll wait for Curbs to sort it out.

My tune of the day: My baby knows (I like it) The New Yorkers

The answer to our question

On leaving the Stadium of Light on Saturday, the question was when was the last time we won the first match of a season away from home?

The answer just in ... 21 years ago but against whom I haven't the foggiest.

We are top of the league ...

Well it's not for me to gloat, or to even get too carried away. But after getting stuffed at Bolton this time last season this result definitely made the relatively easy journey up North all the more worthwhile. I'll also like to say "Unlucky" to all the overweight, sunbed loving Makem Muppets who tried to give it at the Stadium of Light on Saturday. Evidently as Jordan says what goes around comes around.

It was in effect a long old day. Up at 6:30, shower and shave then onto London Bridge. I met Rod on his way to work, then after meeting James a short hop to Kings Cross. The 8:30 was on time and a table was commandeered for the journey. We left Doncaster in our wake and arrived at Newcastle at 11:34. Now what is funny is that for weeks people have been moaning about the trains being up the swanny, that it was too expensive, that flying was the only way ... yadda yadda. Well we had no hastle, and even had a few beers on the way.

After booking into our hotel ... the Caledonian we went into town to crack on. A few G&T's, some of Mrs Vinces chips and we were on the Metro going to the Stadium of Light. Now generally the Makems are non plussed about Charlton fans. We both went through that Play Off final so we all know what's what. But you still get a few herberts, it's a shame really ... but that's the life of a football fan. It could be worst though. I watched some of the Wigan v Chels game yesterday. Now I am no Chels fan but I found it funny that they scored in the 93rd minute and even funnier that Jose had to console Paul Jewel. But when Sky interviewed some "Wigan fans" after the game one bloke in his new shiny home kit said, this is my first ever game and although a little disappointed we did ok. Another said "Hey oop, we'll be alriteeee, we'll be looking to finish 5th or 6th." Fwuk me ... football fans!!!! Quite remarkable really ... but I'm sure he'll enjoy his trip to the Valley next week? No !!!!

Has anyone noticed how although Our Anthony won BB, the papers both yesterday and today are full of Makosi!!! Exclusive interviews, following the dream love ... you go for it. After watching her interview with Davina I did wonder why the best alround housemate ever had to go through this, when the likes of Maxwell and Craig were seen as cheeky harmless chappies.

On a football note it was good to see Welling Utd get off to a great start on Saturday. I have to say I always look out for their results. Sad, yes I know.

I've just been looking up the weather forcast for London this week. Can you really trust these people? It's going to be sunny all week, or so they say. What if I wanted to have an evening outdoors and it rains? Who do I sue?

My tune of the day: You got me hung up - King Tutt

Ramadine and Valentine ...

Come on then all you nu-age cricket lovers who sang that calypso with the line ...

"With them two pal of mine, Ramadine and Valentine"

You don't know? Well why not ask Kevin Everett or Bonnie Razzil as they seem to be liking the sound of leather on willow.

It seems that the Aussies are creeping back into the match. Whatever Mr Cooksley thinks, 359 - 6 isn't a great score on this pitch.

It's the start of the Premier League tomorrow. A trip up to Sunderland sees us far away from home on this first Saturday. At least it's a night out on the raz. Drowning ones sorrows after watching our 4-5-1 huff and puff and failing to blow the house down. If you want an indepth rundown on the first match go read the Official Site, or All Quiet, or Frankie or Valley James. I can't really be bothered to talk about whether Bent will struggle as a lone gunman, whether we should put Dennis upfront to complement Bent, whether we need a new centre half, why we are wearing white ... or whether the best form of transport is plane, train or automobile.

And as for Fantasy Football ... you are definitely taking the piss.

It all ends tonight. Yep Big Brother crawls over the finishing line, like the proverbial damp squib. Eugene took the money, like anybody would have said NO ... get over yourself, Makosi is an actress, bothered, wateva, loser, wannabe, Craig is still biatching for England ... did you see his mother blame editing for his portrayal as an idjut? And Kinga in that cheerleaders outfit ... whooosh, it's the hottest day of the year.

Oh, I'm still having problems getting my sofa. I'll be writting about this next week ... it should give some of you a laugh.

My tune of the day: Luv 4 2 - Michael Watford

Phones and tings ...

Somewhere down the line I have got it into my head that I need to upgrade and get a new phone. I don't really, the Nokia I am using is good, easy, and does what it says on the tin. But I've had it for a year so it's that time. Well here's where the problems start!!! I've already had two new models and sent them straight back. A nokia without a keypad and a motorola that I couldn't get my head round. I do put myself in these positions. Even Orange who I have been with for the last year have started to pish me off. Charged me an upgrade fee when I shouldn't have been, and then have just informed me that to deliver a new phone would take 3-4 working days!!!! Hello ... what's wrong with Special Delivery?

Oh sod it ... I'm going for the Sony Ericsson K750i on Vodafone. It's easier to change provider as they throw free minutes and reduced line rental at you. Oh hang on ... they are saying the PAC code isn't live any more!!! I'll have to phone Orange again and hang on the line for 15 minutes. Time hanging on the phone, it's great ... allows one to think.

Oh bolloxs do I need a new phone?

So England won the toss and decided to bat. A lovely day, in the sun watching McGrath and Lee toil. If you believe that ... You're Cooksley in disguise.

I'm on the phone to Orange. Why am I leaving? Idiot. He says it will cost me in the long term. Are they going to send the boys round, Oh hold the horses. They are offering me £95 loyalty bonus!!!! £95 to stay with Orange. Should I stay or should I go. Sod it ... I'm like Eugene I'll take the money and run. Easily pleased me.

My tune of the day: For the love of money - The O'Jays

Blimey, I've only gone and sorted the header out ... I am webmaster ...

Fuzzy ...

Back from a spin class. The Wednesday one is always a bit boring, as it's all about seated hill climbs. Not really my bag.

I had a little bit of a play with blogger this morning ... but I'm still not sure some of the graphics I want to upload will work.

Can anyone tell me why in the midst of a lovely sunny week, there are still blokes walking around with rain coats and golfing umbrellas? What is that all about. The same blokes wear their staff passes round their neck. Maybe I'm missing something?

My tune of the day: Punch Up - Laid

The boy Bowman ... Blackpools finest?

It's actually quite laughable the things that happen back at young Claires house!!! At what point did the boy Bowman get caught up in this garb? That must have been when I was outside watching the drug bust, or down the chicken shop. Or maybe it was when I was outside marrying Poppy and Trevor ... answers on a postcard.

I'm actually tingling at the moment with the thought of the Footie season upon us. A trip to Sunderland is winnable, but this is Charlton ... and if you remember when we actually went up first time, the Saints of Southampton came calling thinking the same, and were sent hone on the wrong end of a 5-0 scoreline. It's a long way to Sunderland for a crap performance. It's a long way to watch us huff and puff in a 4-5-1 formation ... you know that's what will happen. But I'm still a bit tingley.

I sat down to watch BB last night, and think the show has gone on a couple of weeks too long. It's not even interesting viewing. Watching Makosi, Eugene, and Craig take it in turns to ball. All we want is someone with some balls to stand up.

supposedly this Friday is going to be a scorcher ... so it will be flip-flop day around South London.

My tune of the day: Testify - Romanthony

It's an afternoon/ evening out in East London. Styling and profiling ... you can have some fun Hackney way.

It was an interesting weekend. Lashings of red wine, England nearly throwing away the Ashes series, Charlton crashing to their first defeat in a pre-season friendly ... and a KFC for Sunday lunch.

I won't even entertain the Simon Jordan debate. I know what sort of bloke he is, you know what sort of bloke he is ... but still there are some sympathisers. One email from the PO list states

"Jordan's very long on his own rhetoric as he showed in his article in the Observer yesterday, but the article in terms of its readability and its contents was far more lively and far more pertinent than the turgid blandness of Curbs columns last season."

Yes, I believe so. But what do we want from our manager, our chairman, our club? Cutting edge, er .. edgyness? Curbs telling a warts and all account of his day to day tet a tets with Euelly, Fanny and Merv. Telling us what he really thinks of Arse, and Jose. No, we don't. Well I don't. I want a bit of respect, respect for us as customers ... it's football, not World War 3 ... but tell that to Jordan.

I hope you all watched the final half hour of the Second test yesterday. The way England huffed and puffed, eventually grabbing that final wicket. It was finger biting stuff, even Barn would have been proud.

I've just been sent a pic of Timbo last week. I'll have to clear it before I stick it up ... but it made me laugh.

My tune of the day: I wish I didn't miss you - Angie Stone

Or not as the case might be. Typically Bern put a cat amongst the pigeons yesterday, when he said that he only gives his blog address out to selected people. Graham did then wonder what the point was, but poor old Bornie took a bit of a pasting on the Netadicks board about his fences. He even suggested that I had created a false persona to start the muck raking. Like I've got nothing better to do.

So England are back on track in the Ashes series? It's a question not a statement. Because I think they should have been looking to post 500 plus. Not one of their top batsmen got to post a big score. But that's England I suppose. It should be an interesting day.

It seems I got a shout out on the Forever Charlton site yesterday. Although I'm not primarily a Charlton only blog, I do talk about my Charlton experience. But they put me up as riscardo.co.uk and not by the page title The King of Sweden. Not a major concern but just big enough to grate on me.

I can't believe it's the weekend already. After last weeks, two day soiree I may have a quiet one. Saying that, life is but a moment.

I was a bit bored with Big Brother last night. Sitting there watching Craig, bitch and moan, moan and bitch is not good entertainment. He constantly has a go at Eugene then Derek, but in reality he is the one that should be shown the door. I think I've had enough of it .... so I'll be watching Smackdown tonight instead.

My tune of the day: Amazing love - Anane

Reach for the stars ...

It will be interesting viewing when we turn up t the Stadium of Light on 14 August. Another season in the Premier league, expectation levels at a high. What will this year bring? European football ... dear god, relegation!!!! But this is Charlton, so anything can happen. What we will now is that up one end of the Stadium will be sitting the best goalscorer we've had down the Valley since Killer back in the days. Yep, Sir Clive will be using voucher 1 in his Sunderland season ticket book, hoping his boys put one over on us. It's been a few years now since Clive left. We've had Andy Hunt playing up front. The boy Lisbie, Jeffers ... but no one to write home about. That is ... until now.

This is said with some hope, but what we saw last night actually left me with a smile on my face. A striker willing to lead the line. A striker willing to have a shot, to run the channels, to get his head on the end of it. Even a striker that romances Lady Luck. Step forward Darren Bent. Let's hope that I haven't put a mockers on him.

I arrived back home last night just in time to catch the last 15 minutes of BB. I turned on, and watched as Craig and Anthony had another Lovers Holiday. I nearly choked on my super noodles however when Craig piped up ...

"There is a famous saying in history ... fortune favours the bold!!!!"

Blimey, I must have missed that one. It's like watching then chuckle brothers with these two, to you, to me ...

Now, it amused me a day or so ago that Kevin left a comment about this rose wine thingamy. For about 9 months Kev has been banging on about how Rose is the new black, and is very fashionable in Sweden. A bit like crayfish, and meatballs. Kev drinks rose wine whilst wearing a stripy shirt stroke jumper. Fashionable to the uneducated no doubt, but really Kev you are missing out on a lot being in the land of the Volvo. Drinking Rose is not about being fashionable. It's about being cheap. Drink Belvedere Vodka ... or Greygoose. Or a sloeberry gin. Come on Kev kep up.

I received my new Motorola V3 phone. I hated it so I sent it back. Surely there must be a phone out there that I like? Yea, the one I already have !!!!

My tune of the day: Fly Away - Billy Love

So there we have it, no fanfare, no announcement ... just the pics up on the website and info that you can buy them on Saturday. I do like it though. Even though it looks like Liverpools from two years ago!!!! No, I never thought that, but that's what someone said on Netaddicks. I'm sure we wore white/ black back in the 60's and 70's and even the 90's. I like it, and on this page that's all that matters.

Whilst I'm on about Netaddicks, there seems to be a consensus for Bern to bring his picture blog back. Come on Bern ... Just do it.

I hope you were all watching Big Brother last night? Has there ever been such a person after their 15 minutes more than Kinga. Tits oooot, simulated sex with a bottle ... squatting on the dinner table!!!! Poor old Derek and Eugene. Both have had a part to play in this seasons BB but now one is out leaving Kinga in there. She should be booted out. Just for being a wrongun. She's not big (well her tats are) and she's deffo not clever. And it's embarrassing. It really is one of those, need to turn the TV over moments.

I've decided to go to the Valley tonight so I may need to tape tonight's BB. Decisions, decisions ...

My tune of the day: South Bronx - BDP

Superficial people

It seems that everyone has a point to make about ever subject. Whatever the information, people like to spout off. Whether it's about the latest fad for striped shirts and rose wine or the London bombings or even the latest gross murders in London and Liverpool. Someone call the fashion police there's a man outside in socks and sandals. Is that it, is that all she wrote? Wear what you want, but wear it with pride. It's only people who aren't comfortable with themselves that will mock, people who move as a pack, the ones who sy they smoked because off peer pressure. What a load of bunkum!!!

Now I say this because as usual I logged onto Netaddicks this morning. Just to find the latest on Bernies fences really. It's actually a Charlton Athletic message board, so you can learn all the latest bits of gossip, like Andy Johnson at Palarse has signed a new 5 year deal, that Charlton are after Marcus Bent, that some murders and more important than others!!!! What?? Is that right? Nope, not from my angle it's not. But some people do get over excited about "What the papers say." Netaddicks is not your usual message board. Oh no. It's the life and soul for some people. In fact you can learn much more about people you meet on there than people would be willing to show face to face. But hey, who am I to judge. There's quite a thread growing about the unfortunate Murder in Liverpool and comparing it to the murder that took place on a bus in London. Both ... no not both, ALL murders don't enter my psyche. Can you imagine stabbing someone, or sticking an axe in someone's head? No ... nor can I. I don't get it. Whether someone is black, white, marcian, atheist it makes no sense to me. That's why I surround myself with like minded people. Friends. I have views, but I mainly keep them to myself. There's no point in me antagonizing people just for the sake of it. I should stop laughing there shouldn't I.

Now hang on. Let's get back to normality. Big Bro. Kinga .. what a star. She's going to win. You know it, I know it ... even Craig knows it.

Oh well ... it's nearly time for Body Attack at the gym. If you haven't tried it do.

My tune of the day: Whatcha gonna do - Jon Cutler & Michael Watford

Judge and jury ...

It's quite funny how some people think that they will be judge and jury. You look one way, you are branded ... lok another you're typically labeled as one of them. If you say one thing, or use a phrase or saying you must be this or that, and then people who think they are better than you point it out. It's the same as being a Charlton fan. If you don't go to friendlies you don't care, you're not really a fan ... you are a johnny come lately, you come by Valley Express and you just buy the latest shirt, you never saw Morty play.

Well guess what ... I say sod off. Move down the bus please, but have you're ticket ready for viewing.

I had one of those outfits on at the weekend, a pastel yellow shirt, white boots, brown tweed jacket but still people want to judge. Me ... bothered ... whatever, loser.

I had one of them weekend. It never stopped but ended up going ever so quick. From the full english on Saturday morning through to a curry being ordered on Sunday evening. It was totally full on. The mock marriage of Trevor and Poppy, I say mock but I had to admit I wasn't really a clergy so I couldn't really do it, the drugs bust in Plaistow ... it was a weird one to say the least.

But the best thing, no football and no Big Brother. So I didn't see Kinga get thrust back in, up front next to Franny Jeffers.

My tune of the day: Deliver me - Michael Proctor