Blimey O'Reilly ...

I was browsing ebay as one does and came across a few Charlton items. Now for some reason Charlton as a club seem to want to sell certain items on ebay, I've never worked this out, but at least you know it's genuine. I have a signed Charlton shirt that I won at the Player of the Year doo a couple of years back, which I have hanging up in my hallway. I say hanging up, well it's on a hanger behind a number of winter coats. It's a size XXXL and is gigantic. Too big for me to frame or wear so I keep thinking I'll put it on ebay. But who would believe it's genuine? The fact that it is, and I have quite good feedback should mean I get a good price. Hopefully.

After me thinking that Welling may get to play Harrow Boro in the FA Trophy and that I know the Harrow manager, they only went and lost in the replay against Redbridge. That means it's Welling v Redbridge in the First Round Proper. So much for my Cup Predictions. So I won't be mentioning Charlton v Blackburn tonight ... DOH!!!!

Some people live in cloud cuckoo land. Kevin for example believes he is a great footballer because his Swedish Pub team is in Division 6 of the Swedish League. Never mind. It's a bit weird at the office here to listen to some of the conversations. Some people can't do things for themselves, they can't work their way out of a problem. They continually ask, how do I do this, that or the other. It's actually quite depressing.

Why do people get to the ticket barriers and then look for their ticket? Or go through the barrier then stand there trying to put it away not allowing anyone else to go through the barrier.

It seems like England are just about hanging on in the cricket. It was a shame Collingwood tried to twat the ball before he could get to his century.

It's a day nearer to christmas.

My tune of the day: For Love - King Britt feat Grover Washington

I'm a Celebrity ... why don't you cripple me?

I had the TV on in the background. I wasn't paying much attention. I was pottering. Moving some magazines around, looking on ebay, washing up, just pottering. I'm not a great lover of reality TV programmes, especially Celebrity ones, but this was all a bit near to the mark.

So lovely Aussie bird Kim Davies, who she we all asked ... dropped herself out of a helicopter and in the process nearly paralyzed herself. Word on the TV show was a minor knock as they sat on the bank sipping pink champagne. Very strange TV ... and a ratings winner, NOT!!!!

It was nice to get a couple of comments yesterday. I thought that people weren't interested any more ... or didn't have anything to bring to the party.

Yes Bluewater is getting just like Lakeside. I was led to believe it was meant to be a pit up market!!! What I saw was a sad shopping centre for sad people. I won't be rushing back. I'll do my Chrimbo shopping up the Kings Road, Portabello and Covent Garden. Wrapped up warm, with a glass of Egg Nog or Mulled Wine ... surely that's what it's all about?

I think I missed the anti animal cruelty thing in the Sun. I too need to change paper, but I don't know which one would suit. I may have to try a different one each day and just check them out.

I also agree on the Pink Christmas tree issue, maybe a bit too garish. I bought a black one instead. It's all the rage supposedly.

It's nearly Christmas, only a couple of days then I can get in the mood.

My tune of the day: I Just Wanna Do My Thing - Edwin Starr

It's Christmas Time ...

So I went down to Bluewater yesterday. The traffic was fine, but parking was a tad dyer. I do often wonder, when I actually get there why I am there. The shops are crap, the food over-priced, the people ignorant. I suppose you can't do all your shopping on line.

I actually bought my first groceries on line on Friday. I say groceries, but I actually mean wine/ beer. I bought them off the Sainsburys site and had them delivered down to my Mum. It was actually pain free. I just hope they delivered what I ordered.

I'm trying to put the Charlton pains out of my mind. We always play painfully at Villa, and the trend continued on Saturday. I tried listening to the game on line, but I had some paint that I needed to watch dry. In fact I watched the Egg chasing. The best bit was the fisticuffs ... so that just goes to shoe how good Rugby really is. A stupid sport.

I see that Welling Utd are in the First Round proper of the FA Trophy. They have a home draw against either Redbridge or Harrow Boro. I know the Harrow Borough manager David Howells, so I may take a visit down to the San Siro.

I'm having a Kevin moment as I contemplate buying something I don't need. A new Christmas tree. The one I have is 10 years old but works perfectly, but I want a change. A silver one, pink one ... black one? You decide.

I do find it a bit scary that Christmas seems to start earlier and earlier each year. It's not even December yet and even I am talking about Christmas. I've seen trees up, lights on ... and queues for Santa Claus. I'm waiting for the first sight of reindeer horns on the Office girls, Christmas is a coming and the goose is getting fat.

My tune of the day: We Are Unity - Umosia

Hairy forlock ...

Mobile phones ... what did people do before they were small independent devices? Why are they the bain of ones life.

I've had a morning where I've stood in a shop waiting to pay, and had to stand there whilst the assistant f*cks around with their mobile. The shop was empty, I wanted to pay but we had an awkward 3 minutes whilst he sent a text. What's that all about ...???? The same thing happened in the Co-op the other night. I got to the front to the queue and the woman suddenly pulled out a mobile and began texting ... what is the world coming to?????

How cold is it where you are? PQ moaned that it was snowing where he was this morning. I think he may be in Afganistan though.

The thing I have realised that I like about this time of year is ... Eggnog.

My tune of the day: Love and Happiness - Monty Alexander

Jungle fever ...

So we can all go on a 24 hour drink-athon, or not as the case may be!!!! It's always puzzled me as to why you couldn't go to Tescos or the Corner Shop at 4 in the morning and get a bottle of Vody. Yoy could if you knew where to go, but legally. I have some friends round, the fridge is bare but Tescos couldn't sell me a beer. Does that make me a piss head? Will that mean that I will be spending more time in the boozer? Well watch this space.

I actually voted for Labour 4 years ago because extended licensing laws was on their manifesto. They dropped it soon after and it's taken 4 years to be put back on and go through. I think it's a damn good thing. If some people abuse themselves by excessive drinking, excessive eating well sod them. Ban then from medical treatment. Is that bad? Nah ... course it ain't ... we have to give people the right to drink, if they go over the top that's their fault. Leave them to it.

Typically Lewisham can't put up a list of the pubs/ clubs that have applied for a license, but I presume that's because they are all concentrating on the bleeding parking restrictions going on.

I booked to go to the Palladium in a few weeks to see Tommy Steel in Scrooge. I'm taking my mother. I'm good like that.

Happy Thanksgiving to all the Americans out there ...

My tune of the day: Be Thankful - Jamie Lewis feat. Michelle Weeks

Very Strange

As cold as it is, there are still people in the morning standing around in just a suit jacket. Typically they get my train and spend the time between the Green and London Bridge coughing and spluttering.

Take a look around you tomorrow morning and look at the extremes that people are wearing. The Eskimos to the sunworshippers.

I had a curry at lunchtime and am so full up it's not funny.

My tune of the day: Here's to you - Metropolis ft The Sweethearts

This was passed to me. Given that the person sending it said I was this Sad, I have to say at no point would I be that sad.

But here it is in full ...

"You know I have a thing for words. Right pedant, I am. So the photo aboveis one I have had in mind for some time. It is a photo of each of the 14 signs at a particular tube station in London. I did not miss any. Picasa added a couple of photos to make an even block of sixteen, but my point should still come across. None of these shots are edited. Can you see why this particular station is a source for frustration? It is not as obvious as it first appears. There is one very obvious
reason. Then ... well ... look a little deeper."

Jesus ... if I do get that sad, please let me know.

I was scanning the metro and came across the story of the woman who won a £50k payout for sexual descrimination. The story goes that she was forced into showing her breasts at a nightclub, when someone suggested they have a best chest in the company competition. Oh well, we can only summise, but I'm sure the words No, and f*ck off would have worked.

My tune of the day: The Crown - The Gary Byrd Experience

The Dark Ages

Yes, yes ... typically Charlton played up to UManU's standing as top of the food chain, and rolled over in their usual way. If you want to read about the game, go to the Charlton site ... because I haven't got much to say.

I woke up this morning, and after a cup of tea switched the News on. It was full of the Police shooting in Bra'fd, and new son the Cricket teams demise but then a news story came up that hit me. An Amnesty International Poll says that a third of people believe a woman is partially or completely responsible for being raped if she has behaved flirtatiously, and worn suggestive clothes.

Hold on ... have I got this right. Three point three recurring of people out of every ten, believe that a flirtatious woman deserves to be rapes, or to put it correctly deserved it if it happened? There we go. You get what you deserve, in fact it's most probably all them foreigners coming over 'ere taking our jobs, that do it. But then again "our" women wouldn't flirt with them.

There was a quick discussion about it and then they moved onto the weather. If you had blinked you would have missed it, but it's unbelievable. We are living in the year 2005. We can all stand up for what we believe in, that's the crux of it ... but some people are seriously deluded. Seriously, and I mean it.

Anyway, I got to work. The trains where about slow but there was a leaf on the line. I get to work, and logg onto the Charlton Site, just to see the clubs view on our defeat. Whooaaaa. Top billing ... Addicks move to ban Manchester United fans, what's this all about? Well it seems that Charlton are to attempt to ban Manchester United fans from The Valley after a female member of staff was sexually assaulted and a steward was injured.

Sexually assaulted. Jesus, she was helping out with the Disabled fans. Now can we find these three point three three recurring people who may have thought her skirt was too short, or her lippy too red!!!! It's quite amazing to think that this sort of thing would happen.

But hey, I'm s Celebrity Get Me Out of Here ... is on. Two weeks of absolute sh*te.

My tune of the day: Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye

Children in Need

Well tonight's the night for Lenny Henrys yearly TV appearance. But having just looked at the cast list I'm not sure if he's on it. That'll be a shame. Well we'll have to watch Terry Wogan instead.

It's been a lovely winters day again. It's absolutely freezing, but the sun doth shine, and there's a spring in my step. That must be down to the tuna sandwich I had at lunch. Rock on.

So Rob Roy Keane has left UManU a day before they descend on the Valley. We'll most probably get the return of the Chuckle Brother instead. I've always admired Keane as a player but not as an individual. He's in the Shearer school of it's my ball and I'll take it home if I want. The way he spits bile at the refs is disgusting, the way he walked out on his country is contemptible, and the way he broke Haalands leg, well wonders never cease.

Les Reed has returned to the club with his lucky soup. I think it was Oxtail but I may be mistaken.

The heat is on with Daily Mail readers as we will have to retire at 67. Blimey another 40 years for me. I'd better start putting some pennies aside.

My tune of the day: Rain - Kerry Chandler

It's a lovely day ...

Blimey, don't you just love days like this. A cold day it maybe, but it's bright and sunny and has a slight twinkle in it's eye. Lovely.

I had a lovely evening last night, watching Jamie Olivers Italian programme, Grand Designs then Lost whilst eating some fish n'chips. I live the life I do.

I've just had a nice Thai Soup over at London Bridge. Now you can't beat a Thai Soup.

This week seems to have dragged on a bit. I think it's because it seems like a lifetime waiting for UManU to turn up and beat us on Saturday. I didn't put myself through it last season and luckily had Orinns boat party to attend instead. This time round it's a bit too cold for Boat Parties.

I've also just had Wendal on the phone. Tickets for the Audley Harrison and Danny Williams fight have been procured. Should be a slobberknocker.

My tune of the day: Listen 4 it - Markus Enochson ft Ingela Olson

Changing of the guard ...

I was trawlling through a few webpages this morning and came across one called Square Football which has an interesting article on Danny Murphy including a comment from Charlton Athletic Supporters Club chairman Paul Nottage. Blimey, I was sure that Paul wasn't the Chairman but I may be wrong, but still a comment from our leader ...

"Danny Murphy has been a revelation this season and I think on present form he deserves a call up to the England squad. I am still unsure why Jenas was selected for the last two games ahead of Murphy as some Spurs fans were saying how bad be was playing. I would select him in the squad but in the position he plays for Charlton he would have to dislodge Frank Lampard in the England team. If I was Sven and had to play him I would play him alongside Lampard with Beckham on the right and King on the left."

King on the left???? No Gerrard, no Cole, blimey things must be bad. As much as I'm liking what Danny is doing for us he won't get in the England Squad let alone the team. Luke Young will be outted once the Chuckle Brother is fit. Oh for giving Benty a chance over Crouch, but we can only dream.

It seems like Cricketing normality is back with us. I woke up at 6 this morning to watch what I thought would be the back end of an England victory. I put the kettle on, turned the heating up and switched on. 123 for 7. Blimey was it Lara and his mob I was watching. No, just a reality check for Pieterson et al. Maybe you should cut your hair and concentrate on the job in hand.

There are moments that make you shake your head. The fax machine isn't working I hear. Have you taken a look at it I reply, does it have ink, paper ... something lodged in it's workings. Yes. yes ... but it doesn't work. I raise myself up, wander over and notice it has no paper. It has no paper I say, Oh I thought you meant paper in the top, under the shelf comes the reply. I shake my head and go and put the kettle on.

I'm feeling fish and chips again tonight. I may make my own chips. Test out my chilli infused oil for frying.

My tune of the day: Shout it out - Louis Benedetti

All change ...

So it's bye bye Curbs.

In 48 hours Alan Curbishley will be the new Glasgow Rangers manager and we will be left with Ken Craggs. It's a difficult call in reality, because I'm sure it would be a position that would interest Curbs. But would he take it? It could mean the end of his up and coming reputation. It could mean that he actually has to deliver something. It could mean that he would be expected to play slightly more adventurous, away at Partick Thistle.

On a different note, I just found out that Eddie Guerrero died late last week. Now the name Eddie Guerrero wouldn't mean much to most people. But he does to me. I still end up watching the WWE most weekends, both Raw and Smackdown. I've watched it since I was young and find it entertaining. Sorry. But Eddie Guerrero was the Latino Heat. He was a past Champ in the WWE, in WCW and ECW. He was one of the guys who made me smile.

I was caught in the rain this morning. I do prefer cold, sunny mornings to wet ones. But the thing that made me laugh, or not was the fact that we all had to budge up on the 7:54 so Mr Plastic Fantastic could get his sopping wet, dripping, dipping bike on the train. When I noticed it's front wheel lodged against some blokes trousers I just tutted. Me I would have been having words. I was even more amazed when half the train then got up from their seats and wanted to get off before me, you and the bloke with the cycle.

My tune of the day: Calma - Bah Samba

Relax

Righto ... back in some semblance of the living. I had Friday off, I was so bunged up. I was therefore able to spend three days camped out on the sofa. Quality time ...

Quality time on the sofa was helped by a great display from the England Football players. At last a match that actually got the cockles crowing, the belly flopping, a match that meant something to somebody. It's always good to stuff them Argies. I was also able to catch a bit of Inspector Spector playing for the USA against Scotland, some of the Egg chasing, the cricket and that rubbish they call X Factor. Now I don't want to harp on about it, but how that Maria got voted out is well .. beyond me. Those Nolan Sister wannabee's are shite!!!!! Nicholas not much better.

It's quite weird when there is no Charlton match. We seem to go weeks on end without a game then they all come along at once. We have UManU next Saturday, and already the writings on my wall. We never step up against the Salford Red Sox, we just bottle it. All the usual empty seats will be full, there will be a non party atmosphere, and it will be head in hands time again. Ryan Giggs always gets the run of the Valley ... oh well.

Id have to say it's actually good to see Luke Young grow in confidence every time he plays for England. He'll be opening the batting soon enough.

It's been one of them days at work today. It's 3:30 and you realise that you haven't stopped from first thing this morning. There comes a point every now and again when you realise that the world is full of crazy people, with their own agendas. I don't understand it myself.

I still can't work out how Maria got voted out of X Factor!!!!!

It's not too far off Christmas ... Jesus!!!!!

My tune of the day: Can I Hear The Drum - Scott Wozniak

Oh well

There I was penciling away this morning when Windows logged me out. I had only gone to have a lemon, and I came back and the PC had been switched off. It was one of them frequent updates that required you to reboot.

Never mind.

It's a happy birthday to Claire, 27 I think she is. Drinks tonight around Liverpool Street. I might have to drink tea, with a bit of honey. I'm still suffering.

Luckily there's no footie this weekend. Unless you count England against the Argies in Genevre. I'll watch X Factor instead.

My tune of the day: Looking Up to You - Michael Wycoff

Still suffering ...

I've been snigffling like a sniffling thing all day and night. Blowing my nose, coughing ... winter is definately here. It was so cold this morning. I can't actually believe that it's November already. Where has the year gone?

I had my Southport bag delievered last night. It meant I didnt have to cart it back on the train, which I was grateful for.

I had Sausage and Mash for lunch. I'm not one for the pseudo trendy places, but just felt like some good old English fayre. I'd have to say the service wasn't the best, the mash was cold and the ambience not what I'd really want. Not sure I'll be rushing back.

Have I said I'm still suffering from the weekend!!!!!

Roll on tomorrow I say ...

My tune of the day: Just Got Paid - Ron Carroll

Take some time out ....

Right ... back from the adventures up North. The Southport Dance Music Weekender actually rocked. I would have to say it was great to bump into all the old timers and friends. Joe Claussell played an unbelievable two hour set, closely followed by Tony Humphries. It was at the end of that set that I had to virtually crawl back to the chalet. It was good to see the Boy Bowman, Mush in the Bush, Craig, Wend, Big Dave. Oh how we laughed.

But it's back to reality, and a bit of a drubbing by Blackburn. We got spanked, oh well.

I'm sitting here spluttering, cvoughing and sneezing. I haven't had a cold for a few years now. But it's hit me this time. I can't concentrate.

I need my bed ....

My tune of the day: I Might Do Something Wrong - Tortured Soul

Let's get ready to rumble ...

Why do people speak so loudly on the phone? Even in the office on a landline, I do not need to hear your conversation!!!!

People do actually have some crass ringtones on their mobiles as well. Name and shame ... name and shame!!!!

I had a look for ITV4 on Sky Dig-i-cal last night. But couldn't find it. I was told it was being piped through Men & Motors but I couldn't find it. It begs the question why am I paying so much money for crap!!!! / ????

It's the Southport weekender this er, weekend. It's guaranteed to rain, in fact I don't think I have ever been up to Southport in November when it doesn't rain. It's all about doing the Humpty Dance though. I have a few outfits that I need to try out.

I was reading Time Out this morning and did actually laugh out loud. They mentioned the My London feature in the ES Magazine, that usually says things like, so you're rich and famous and you like ... oh, some expensive restaurant in Chelsea. Rocking.

I subscribed to the Charlton text service through T-Mobile a few weeks ago. So far I have learnt that there was a traffic jam on the Thames Road near Dartford, Danny Murphy got a plaque and that Blackburn tickets will go on sale soon.

Welling Utd play 'Udder-s-field this Sunday in the First Round proper of the FA Cup. Good luck is what I say.

My tune of the day: Let's Be Young - Quentin Harris

Quite remarkable ....

 

It's grim ooop North ...

But we still seem to go there ...

I wonder why????

My tune of the day: U Make Love Springtime - Teena Marie