To DNA or not too DNA ...

So the Polis want 4000 residents in Croydon (only white or light skinned mind you) to have a DNA test, so they can be elimanated from their enquiries. Righto. So can someone explain how they know what colour people are without making assumptions? Yes, you can go through the electoral register and work out that Ike Aneke may be black that Sunny Patel may be of Indian origin, but Winston Smith could be? Black, white ... indifferent!!!!

The Polis confirm that the samples would not be put on the national database. The answer is why not? Also they also say that anyone who does not co-operate can expect a visit from them at home!!!!! Oh right ...

You can get in at Park View Road tonight for a fiver if you take along your Charlton season ticket. Welling are playing Histon, in a sort of top of the table playoff battle.

I've had two days in glasses now and my eyes hurt. What's that all about?

It's pancake day today ... or to give it it's correct title Shrove Tuesday. It's actually a Christian festival stroke day which marks the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday which is the first day of Lent. It's a day of penitence, to clean the soul, and a day of celebration as the last chance to feast before Lent begins. Shrove Tuesday gets its name from the ritual of shriving that Christians used to undergo in the past. In shriving, a person confesses their sins and receives absolution for them. When a person receives absolution for their sins, they are forgiven for them and released from the guilt and pain that they have caused them. Well there you go ... repent your sins, all you who have had a go at Radostin Kishishev and now Marcus Bent. All you fat overweight Sunday footballers who don't know the first thing about the Beautiful game. Repent I say ... repent.

My tune of the day: Voodoo Woman - Lonnie Listen Smith

Somebody elses guy

Strangely as it seems I had, and I say had been hooked on the BBC's Just the Two of us. The reason behind it was the inclusion of Alexander O'Neil and the first lady, Jocelyn Brown. Now I have had the pleasure of seeing both of these artists live and I can tell you, Jocely Brown can sing a song. You can hear her sing with Masters at Work on "I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun", if you don't know it just go and listen. Any way I digress. I was watching the BBC show for these two acts, and within 3 days both had been voted out. Given that there are about 3/4 people on the show that can't hold a note it's an embarrassment. But not a surprise eh!!!!!

The Charlton scrapped another point at the weekend ... a bore draw against the Vanillans. I watched Green Street on Sunday, quite a strange film but again well worth a watch.

Oh and the washing machine sprang a leak this morning. At 7:30 the kitchen was a wash and I was ankle deep. It appears the water presure was too high for the pipes!!!! And they were crossthreaded ... so much for paying someone to do it for you. It's luck I bought a steam mop.

I'm thinking of tweed and bow ties for a spring look. Matched with some low slung denim ...

My tune of the day: Tongue Power - Roy Ayres

Guinness and ting

What a wonderful evening. We had Stevie Brown letting us know a few ins and outs of his career with Charlton, David White giving us a few insights into the boardroom and Vince making a complete tit of himself. Did I vote for Vince????

Some of the stories you hear from ex players puts some of the things you watch over the years into perspective. However the realisation that David Whyte was Completely Mad won't go amiss. It was interesting to hear that Brownie one regret was not ruffling enough feathers ... I'll take that on board myself.

The day for our Boro match has been revealed. We're on the Thursday. Chelsea and Liverpool got the Tuesday and Wednesday, surprise so our Saturday game aginst the Toon gets pushed back to the Sunday. Our league game aginst Boro is also pushed to the Sunday because they have to play the previous Thursday in the UEFA. Can't we have a bleedin Saturday game? Sundays are a day of rest, or a day to potter not go to football.

I've just had a voice message that my glasses are ready. Three days turned into two weeks. Two hundred notes for what exactly?

Don't you just hate travelling to work on a Friday. There are a plethora of people with bags on sticks getting in your way. A bloke wheeled his into my foot this morning and the bag I kid you not was more of a wallet. He was still pulling it though. Pick the thing up you lazy so and so.

On a side note, tell the people you love that you do in fact love them. Don't be shy ... just do it.

My tune of the day: I'm Doin’ Fine - Amp Fiddler

Got to get your own ...

I have to say I did watch some of that Chelsea and Barca game last night. When Robben was trying to shepherd the ball out from Messie I thought just give it the big heave ho into the stand. You know the old Rufus magic. No, he tried to be clever and the result got Del Horno sent off. It wasn't a red card, but that's what you get playing in Europe. Cheating Argies, diving Swedes, Frolicking Fogs, sod that. I'd prefer to seeus huff and puff against the Toon than try to cheat out way past Loci Lopzig Dynamos. A European tour, now you really are having a laugh.

Did you notice how Ronaldinho only played for the last 15 minutes!!! He went about his business and as the Chelsea players tired he started to take the Micheal. That's the way to do it.

Oh did I say Charlton got a 0-0 up in Newcastle. A largely lackluster affair, but after 6 defeats out of 7 beggars can't be choosers. Get the points on the board and then worry about it. This isn't entertainment you know.

It's the City Addicks meeting tonight. Somewhere in Trump street in the City. (That's why it's called the City Addicks ... lol.) Stevie Brown and John Robinson ... should pass an evening.

My tune of the day: Shifting Gears - Johnny Hammond

Using sex ...

Unbelievable ... I wrote my blog for today and saved the damn thing, then it disappeared. Yes, I thought I had pressed the wrong button ... but per-lease, I do know what I am doing!!!!!

Anyway here goes ...

It's series 2 of the Apprentice this evening and Sir Alan Sugar has come out firing. One of the tasks was for the womans team to buy groceries at the lowest possible price and then sell them for a profit. The women are seen flirting, showing some cleavage, and offering some phytsical favours (whatever those may be????)

Sir Al, came out and said If women want to be taken seriously they can't go through life acting like that.

Whooosh ....

I'm sure though that both women and men use whatever they have got to get ahead in life. They need to seal the deal, win that contract, get that job. In an ideal world you wouldn't need to offer favours ... but this isn't an ideal world. Surely personal charm can be an effective tool. I've been doing it for years !!!!!

So the Arse went to Spain and rained on the plain. The pubs in North London were doing a roaring trade, as all their dogs on a string got left outside. But hey, it's half time. What's the betting that they fcuk it up at Highbury in the next leg. Laugh ... you would.

Talking about buggering it up, the Mighty Wings went to Bottom placed Carshalton and lost. The Wings losing their lustre?

Oh and the washing machine is leaking. They need to send an engineeer to sit with me and watch the spin cycle.

My tune of the day: Funky Luvah - Creative Source

Time gentlemen ....

I've noticed a disturbing habit of people gobbing on the street. Everywhere you look there are globules of spit, green and stringy. It's all very strange. People even clear their throats quite loudly as well. Use a hankie.

It's Scott Parkers first appearance against Charlton tomorrow. He never made it in the blue of Chelskov. Give him a cheer lads.

I was perusing the Welling United Supporters Website and had to chuckle when I say a posting from a bloke called Dutchie regarding his experience at Saturdays Basingstoke match. He says ...

"I attended the Basingstoke game & was DISGUSTED in the bad language from Welling fans. You are trying to gain more Addicks fans but who would want to stand with your foul mouths. To cap it all, your stewards did NOTHING to stop this. I have attended hundreds of matches in my time & i can quite honestly say that you are the worst fans for bad language i have ever come across.
I for one intend never to visit again & will let others know of my experience.
So much for friendly relations. (It's a pity you don't copy the attitude of your players who i thought were excellent)."

That's why I go to Welling ... to hear the swearing. It's funny the way opposition players get wound up by it all. Dutchie ... I think you need to get out more.

My tune of the day: Galveston Bay - Lonnie Hill

Onwards and upwards ...

It's quite funny when you realise that Charlton are an established Premiership team. Yes we could get relegated at some point, but it's quite funny when you realise that you have become a good day out to your opponents in the FA Cup. Leyton Orient and now Brentford had their day in the sun and were sent packing by an unglamorous Charlton. All I've heard about Saturdays game is how heavy handed the Charlton stewards were and how Charlton didn't sing. It made me chuckle anyway. Aren't stewards heavy handed anyway? Go to Sheffield, Manchester, Liverpool, Bolton, the Arse ... Wolves, Birmingham. They are all the same, about 6ft 3 bald headed and sweating a lot. Given the opportunity they'll wade in. You know what it says on the tin. It's not big and it's not clever but that's how it is. If you continue to give them mouth you'll be in for it. That's what happened on Saturday and still the Brentford fans moan. They even went on Talk Sport to say they had been ejected for singing. Another chuckle.

As for Charlton fans not singing, it's not a Karaoke night. If I wanted to sing I'd join an Operatic Society. I couldnt really make out what the Brentford were singing anyway, but as long as they are all back home in West London everything will be ok.

Now the draw. There's some hard games in the hat .... hold on this is Charlton in the Cup, every game would be hard, who am I kidding.

It rained all day yesterday. So I watched Hotel Rwanda. Now this is a film that everyone should watch. They should make people watch it, it should be compulsory.

Why do people just veer left or right when they are walking. They just walk into you with by you or leave ... what's that all about?

It still puzzles me about Councils recyling, and their policies. About two years ago in Lewisham we were given paper recycling bins, then two months ago they disappeared. Before that though I also noticed the recycling bins being emptied into the back of the trucks ... strange. (I've just phoned Lewisham to order a new bin, job number 332934 ... strange. )

My tune of the day: Simple And Sweet - Roy Ayers Ubiquity

Footballers are human too ...

Well some of them anyway. It's quite funny to see the difference in the way some of these guys run their lives. You have the family man, get's his head down, has a couple of kids, a mock tudor mansion in Southport, a wife that enjoys botox. You have the playboy, out partying, likes Rn'B ... has a funny haircut ... then you have the undercover lover. But I'm not covering that hear. If you hit certain clubs in London, you can always find a footballer or two. When I used to go to the Spot you could always bump into Andrew Cole, David Howells, Jody Morris, and a few parties I've seen Stevie Watts, Ashley Cole, Carlton Cole, Jon Fortune, Peter Crouch. All mates together. But where does that leave our family man. Well it leaves him vunerable, soul searching ... unsure of himself. Why you might ask? Why?

Well I'll tell you.

Do you think that Ashley Cole is bothered about the Chelsea tapping up reports. Do you think that if Jon Fortune is sitting onthe bench one Saturday he is bothered about playing or bothered about when he can get away to hook up with his "spars"? Are any of them bothered about what the average supporter thinks? What the average supporter says? Or average supporter does? Of course not, they get their money, they go out and get laid.

But the family man is bothered. Take one Radostin Kishishev. Well below is an interesting email from one Charlton fan Richard Hunt. Our man in Prague who emails regularily to the pink oboe list.

"Some of you know that Radostin Kishishev arrived at Charlton thanks in large part to the work of my Bulgarian Toronto based friend, Vasco Danailov, a process which started when Vasco and I met him at Euro 96 in Newcastle. Vasco has stayed in contact with Kish ever since.
Yesterday Vasco called me, having just had a conversation with a somewhat distraught Kish. He had called Vasco desperate for someone to advise him why the Charlton fans dont like him. Vasco sees a lot of games on TV but promised he would ask me for a more informed view.
Not for the first time this season I found myself asking whether Charlton is still the club so dear to my heart or indeed the one Kish joined, but that wasnt much use to him. So I told him that based on this list, I could state that 70-80% of fans actually do appreciate Kish, and the debate has raged about why a minority get on his back.
I told him my opinion was that he is the midfielder who always makes himself available for the ball, and never hides; and that most of the work he does is of necessity relatively unglamorous. Its not the kind of work which elicits spontaneous applause - unlike the kind of passes or space making cameos we got from Murphy or Jensen. However because of his position, any mistake he makes is often in a critical zone, and this elicits howls of disapproval. So that is what he hears. No cheers, just boos. I repeated that most of the people on the List know he sweats blood for the team each week, and hate the fact that he is booed by a minority. But I felt appalled by what I had heard.
I realise that most of the idiots who boo and jeer him that dont go near this List. Those who criticise Kish on the List are entitled to wish that he perhaps might make less mistakes, or that we could afford one that does what he does better ( despite the frequent reminders that we could not afford to re-sign Parker).
However here is stark evidence that footballers are human too, and what we have in the treatment of Kish is in my opinion a form of bullying. He is a thoroughly decent guy, family man, looks after himself, and does not rearrange McDonalds or fight teammates. And he has worn the shirt with pride for six years. He urgently needs a lift. I urge anybody who feels like I do to let Kish know. You could just drop a line to Vasco directly at
danailov_vv@yahoo.com
and Vasco would call Kish and read out any messages he gets. Nothing long. But the more there are, the more he will believe in it.
Me I am going to vote for Kish for player of the year."

Well there you have it. Who would you rather have in your team Kish or Murphy. In an ideal world Kish, but the world isn't full of fluffy clouds and egg hunts at Easter. I have no problem with Radostan Kishishev. He is a good player. He runs, he harries, he tackles ... he gives the ball away. All in a days work. But sometimes he needs to be given a rest. Not his fault, but Curbs. There's no booing for Rad from me, but sometimes just sometimes you need to take a player out of the firing line and put an arm round him. How must Jason Euell be thinking?

My tune of the day: Love Is On The Way - Louis Vega (Elements of Life)

Suited and booted ...

The Brits ... what's that all about? James Blunt best Pop act, Madonna best International act, Lemar best URBAN!!!! act, KT Tunstall best UK Female act ... yea that's got my juices flowing. Only surpassed by the Arctic Monkeys being best breakthrough act. Maybe I'm getting old?

I think I may be stereotyping, no pigeon holing my like for House as I can't stand any of these acts. When you hear the likes of Blaze, Anane ... Raul Midon you know you are HOUSE.

House music all night long ... say what.

Well Charlton have brokered a deal to allow Charlton season ticket holders a cheap admission (£5) to Welling Uniteds game vs Histon in late Feb. The initiative, also include a range of community and commercial activities !!!!

"We have always had an excellent relationship with Charlton at all levels and we are delighted that they have agreed to work with us in this way to make it even more productive," said Graham Hobbins. That's actually quite funny. On a personal note that is ... given that I was once banned from Welling.

It's also FA Cup day on Saturday and MAD Man Martin MADDOG Allen has started to light the fuse ... (special forces and fierce opposition ... jeeez)

My tune of the day: Mystery Girl - Raul Midon

Moaning scousers

A week ago we all looked long and hard at whether Darren Bent was actually felled in the area against the European Club Champions. Was he, wasn't he ... who knows? Pullover Dudek said he dived, Rafa winged in his best scouse accent and we all thought we had got a right touch. Forward on a week. Liverpool against the Arse. Morientes is felled in the box. There is one sentance in the paper quoting it was a harsh decision!!!!! Where was Jumper Dudek giving it large, where was Rafa ... yes where was Rafa and his rosey cheeks?Celebrating an 89th minute winner that's where. Sod Arsenal but Liverpool can definately go and do one ... right la'd.

It was Valentines Day yesterday. I hope you all got yours? I had a nice meal of Cod and Chips, with processed peas, a cup of tea, glass of wine and a sticky toffee pudding with custard. Rock on.

I'm actually feeling a tad under the weather. My legs ache (nothing to do with upping the weights in the Body Max class), I have a headache and feel bunged up. There's a Body Attack class today but I'm not sure if I want to do it.

My tune of the day: New York City Woman - Sunburst Band

Pin and Chip ...

A strange day at the gym. The class was only a third full. It's usually packed ... jkust goes to show how many illicite affairs are going on eh? Nipping out for a quick Valentines lunch before a quick exit home to the wife. Quite remarkable.

I was just given a HUMANMETRICS - Jung Typology Test to do. Very strange in it's concept because the questions seem to be similar just ass about face. Anyway I cam out as an ESTJ -Extraverted Sensing Thinking Judging. You must be having a laugh.

Our final away day at Highbury is coming up. It'll be quite strange not to go there next season, but I'm sure we'll be able to give them a little going away present. Four or five goals!!!!

It's London Fashion Week, I need to get a look for summer so I'll be taking a ken interest.

It's the winter olympics. Did you see the British woman snowboarder, Lesley McKenna. She fell over ... twice. She should have taken up curling.

My tune of the day: Sitting on the dock of the bay - Otis Redding

Can't see the wood for the trees ...

So I go down to Lewisham and have a sight test. Yep, C,V,B,O.F ... 30. That's the bottom line. I work with VDU's all the time, I'm at that age ...????? 27 .... !!!! I'll check the back of your eyes he says ... nothing wrong there.

Anyway I'll be giving you a prescription. Use these ... only 80 notes. Choose a frame. Now come on you can't buy anything good for under a ton. So I try on about 50 pairs .. yeah these will do ... that's 120, so all in a big 200 pounds. Blimey, they definately saw me coming.

But when do I wear them? Just when I'm on a PC!!!! What about driving, or watching TV ???? CUSTOMER SERVICE, WHO SAYS IT'S A DYING ART!!!

Another defeat at the weekend. We are now definately looking back over our shoulder. We are 3 points behind Everton, 6 behind Wigan .... and we need a good 8 more points to say we are safe. But I'm losing interest. I watched most of the second half yesterday, and after we got ourselves back in the game, we lost concentration for 10 minutes. Whoooosh, then we get hit by a two goal suckerpunch and that is backs to the wall. It's dinner time I thinks. My Sunday scran was chicken breasts stuffed with haggis with arosti tats and a turnip gravy. I'm blitzing the turnips listening to Five Live when one of the Bent boys heads home our second. I bound into the front room to see it in full colour. Come on you reds lets get at 'em. Well we bring on 3 attackers and don't do anything for 20 minutes, apart from that save right at the death. But it's 3 points lost ... another 3 points and it's making this weekends Cup Match look like a make of break. I'm in the "Family" Stand!!!!! Or I maybe for 10 minutes before I get asked to leave.

One of my fish died on Saturday. I couldn't find him in the tank but eventually saw him under the leaves at the bottom. He's been with me a good 5 years so it was with a heavy heart that I flushed him down the pan. I bought two new ones on Sunday, black eye and golf ball.

Oh it's Valentines day tomorrow .... why not use this one above ..!!!

My tune of the day: Only You (Blaze Mix) - Dj Jori

Some mothers do 'ave 'em ...

And Old Mother Dudek has a prize one at that. Oh dear Jerzy, Pullova, or Tanktop whatever's easiest, please go and polish your Euro Medal or something. Darren is Bent because the Charlton striker told him.

Our Dazza lay on the floor, looked up and said " Sorry, sorry ... I dived, I did dive." But when the pen was given he got up and shrugged. That looked like it from my angle anyway. This was throught the phlegm that Carragher was spitting out. Dudek, why don't you go have dinner with Murphy. You can both choke on your canneloni.

It's the start of the Super League season tonight ... jee whiz.

As the sun was shinning, I pulled the old fur coat out of the wardrobe today. It's looking a bit worst for wear, but it's the old favourite. I think I need a few new coats for summer. A dog tooth check mac maybe, a white tux, a pink linen number. Oh, maybe not.

It's another non footballing Saturday this weekend. The ManxCity match having been moved so Sky could cover it on Sunday!!!!! They really are taking the pish. I had a look to see who Welling were playing, but they are away at Cambridge City. Sod that. It'll be waxing the car then.

I actually enjoyed Wednesday as a sporting event. I had forgotten how funny it is to get a penalty. It seems a generation away that Clyde Mendonca used to tumble in the box.

It's the start of the Winter Olympics today ... jee whiz.

Blimey, I just read that Ron Greenwood passed away yesterday. I'm not a Wet Sham fan, so have no allegance there, but I do remember the 1982 World Cup Song, Ron's 22.

"Hear the roar, of the red, white and blue ..."

Oh the Grammy's, not that you would know, but Little Louie Vega won one for his remix of Superfly.

My tune of the day: Baby You Got Me - Sapphires

Stoking up the fire

Well there you go ... it's a funny old game. Chelsea march on the march to Wembley, Sven is off to Inter and if England win the World Cup with Peter Crouch in the team the world will stop as we know it. Seven million pounds for a lanky lightweigh gazel like string of stringy stuff. The only consolation is that Curbs never really went in for him, even though he admires him !!!!!!

Liverpool without Gerrard is like Little without Large, Hardy without Laurel, Preston without Chantelle. Ineffective. They huffed and they puffed and they couldn't blow the house down. They do have some good players, well they are European Club Champions, but Carragher reminds me of the spiteful Liverpool players of the 70's and 80's, Finnan played for Welling United, Alonso now believes his own press and Sissoko well quite unbelievable really. It is good to see the Bent Boys starting to fathom an understanding, and Perry always does a job. Myhre shows that you dont have to break the bank for a dependable goalkeeper, and Kishishev runs, runs and runs. (Didnt Forrest Gump do that?) I hadn't realised we had only conseded 1 goal in 6 Home Prem games, so congratulations on that. All we have to do now is the same away from home. Starting in Manchester on Sunday.

I still shake my head at some peoples habits. People on trains that put there bags on seats next to them. Fat people who try to push themselves into a small seat between two other people. People who read as they walk. Groups of people who walk in a line slowly. Girls who speak loudly on the phone "I'm on the 5:52 ..." Aren't we all love?

I think Jambib is going to buy an apartment in Valencia. We can't work out why!!!!

My tune of the day: He who picks a rose - Jimmy Ruffin

Close but no cigar ...

Vince, Vince ... Vince. What the hell were you thinking? Eight freaking votes, and you could have been in like flynn. You could have been the independent supporters voice, the man in the pub, the man in the stand ... no political agenda, just doing it because you cared.

Eight votes, even I can't believe that. I know of at least 15 people who didnt vote, but would of voted for Vince if they could have been assed, or in fact if he could have been assed to ask them.

So it's another CASC person doing the job. Another two years of not rocking the boat, no news is good news, target 100,000. We could end up with 100,000 twats all sitting clapping in a line. And there was we dreaming of Haime Big Foot Henderson down at Welling United.

We've got "The Pool" tonight. I'm not in the mood, to watch Fowler come back and haunt us. Oh it will happen. A funny thing on Netaddicks was that we should sing "Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken lay a lil' egg for me" tonight. I had to have a double take then I remember this. Oh how we laughed.

I'm sorry if you have seen this before, but for once the Daily Mail hits something fairly and squarely on the head and doesn't demand deportation. It's another one of them Danny Murphy articles ... sorry ...

WATCH OUT, DANNY, THE MISSUS IS IN THE PAPER AGAIN.

The peculiar phenomenon of the Footballer's Wife grows by the day. Not content with tipping off the paparazzi every time they go shopping, or writing glossy magazine 'style' columns explaining how to apply fake tan, they have now invaded sport. Yes, they are writing football columns. Well, I say ' writing', but it would be kinder to say that they talk and some words miraculously appear under pouting photographs, pushing back the cause of female emancipation in sports journalism by at least a decade in the process. The most amusing of these offerings appears in what used to be a broadsheet newspaper under the name of a former model called Joanna
Taylor. I am reliably informed that she was also in a television show called Hollyoaks, a younger, thicker version of Brookside, followed by Merseybeat, a younger, thicker version of The Bill. But in recent times, aside from some panto work, her chosen career has been chronicler of Danny Murphy's life and self-styled 'footballer's wife'. And so she writes about her spouse. Endlessly. 'I know my husband pretty well,' she says, which is a start, I suppose. Unfortunately, she has decided to share this information with the rest of us. Every week, Taylor explains his frame of mind, makes excuses on his behalf, ticks off managers and fans who don't appreciate him quite as much and regales us with insight like 'footballers are not as interesting as people think'. Well, we can see that. Recently Mrs Murphy complained that she had been invited to only one film premiere since Danny joined Charlton, and even then it was Phantom Of The Opera. Thankfully, this inconvenience was cleared away when Murphy departed for Spurs last week, leaving Charlton manager Alan Curbishley to observe acidly: 'I'd imagine that his social diary will be that much fuller now.' The
footballe's wife had to reply. 'Danny wouldn't want to say anything', she said,
not that it stopped her speaking on his behalf again. 'Curbishley obviously does
not read this column otherwise he would know we do not go out much,' she tutted.
Frankly, I'm not surprised. The way she goes on, the chap must be too
embarrassed to leave the house.

My tune of the day: I declare war - Double Exposure

Organic or orgasmic ...

The sandwich I had today was a Vegan jobby, from a company called Fresh who specialise in fresh, organic ingredients. I had the "Bugsy" sandwich with organic carrot, houmous, salad leaves and alfalfa sprouts. It was quite filling ... but maybe that was the Beetroot, apple, pear and ginger Innocent drink. This was after a Body Max class at the gym ... I'm definitely in the groove.

I actually got 6 loads of washing done yesterday. How I was going to dry them was another question, but the radiators played a blinder.

I put the car in for a service and MOT. Another £200 but I had been told that was the norm for a service. It's quite amusing when they give you a scribbled piece of paper with some explanation to what's what on it. Oil Filter, air filter, something else which I can't read, another thing that makes no sense. Unbelievable.

Whilst waiting for the car and the washing yesterday I watched "The Passion of the Christ". This was my first selection on ScreenSelect as I am trialling them asopposedd to Lovefilm that I usually use. Now I'm not a religious person but I was engrossed in the story. It's hard to believe that that would have actually happened without the poor sod dropping down dead well in advance of getting up on the cross. But then again it's a film. It's strange the way that people actually take religion and use it for their own purposes. That fella who dressed as a Suicide Bomber, who had been a drug dealer. It seems he was dressed as a suicide bomber, but I tell you, there was no chance he would be one. As a drug dealer he's proved that he's just out for himself. Does religion and drug dealing go hand in hand ....? I think not. It's just shows what a completes crock it all is.

Next I'm going to watch Confessions of a Window Cleaner, much safer.

My tune of the day: If I Lost You - Michelle Shaprow

Mondays

So I take the day off. My new washing machine is being delivered, at some point today. They can't give me a time just at some point today. 6:45 this morning the bell went. 6:45 ... is that taking the piss??? Typically though things never go smoothly. The blokes has the wrong drill bit so can't get the plugs off the back. He then plums the water in incorrectly so when I turn the taps back on, there is water everywhere. So eventually at about 9:30 I can do some washing. Four complete washes later, the flat is like a chinese laundry. The smell of washing powder is overbearing.

We capitulated at Spudz then. I watched some of it, but went to Homebase at 2-0. There comes a time when the season seems to be over. It's only Feb and we are crap.

It's weird having a day off at home. I popped down to the Dry cleaners to get a few items and got a sandwich from the Co-op. Quality eh?

My tune of the day: Givin it up - Incognito

The Glow of Love

I'm just playing the Dimitri - In the House of Love CD. Luther Vandross singing the Glow of Love. Now that is what you call music. The Arctic Monkeys can kiss my a$$.

There was an interesting post from Smudge on the Netaddicks board this morning, talking about inflatable and the like. It made me a bit misty eyed, thinking about when football wasn't a game for the masses, that started in 1990 with England in the World Cup and the Premier League in 92. But I mean when football was fun, inflatable bananas, silly hats, plastic trumpets, doing pressups at Welling to correspond to the number of the player that scored. I actually miss some of the fun we had. It's just a matter of sitting there watching people clap nowadays. The Happy Clappers ... well there will be 40 thousand of them soon enough, all bused in .... window lickers????

I can't remember the last game I actually enjoyed. The whole package that is, from the journey to the game, a bit of banter and a few drinks after. It could have been Grays v Welling a few years ago ... but I cant remember really.

Question Time was quite interesting last night. A bit of a debate about freedom of speech. It's actually amazing to see the difference in peoples opinions on such subjects.

My tune of the day: I want you - Gato Barbieri

It's cold outside

There's not be so much activity on the Charlton pink oboe list since Auntie got her left tit caught in the mangle. Dandy Murphy this, Dandy Murphy that ... blimey I bet he's not had it so good.

You know what Dandy Murphy doesn't want to play for my club. Yah boo sucks ... I actually paid good money to go and watch that idiot. So as Chicago Addick says get out those white hankies and baby dummies and give it some on Sunday.

I did a spin class today. It's been a week or so since I sat on the fake bike ... it's not pleasant.

Only a few days and I'll have a washing machine again. It's been hell over the last week or so. I find it remarkable that people turn up to the laundrette in their brand spanking new BMW's/ Mercs. Priorities are wrong I believe.

On the advise of Mr MC I purchased In the House of Love, Dimitris latest Discoesque offering. There do indeed seem to be some corkers on there, Sylvester, Terry Callier, even the Originals. That'll get the head nodding.

It seems that all this Murphy nonsence or indeed nonsense (sorry to go back to this) has stolen the Supporters Directors thunder. I hope you all voted for Vince, as I need him to give me a competative or more appropriately competitive price on some plastering.

My tune of the day: You're The One For Me - D-Train

Now for something much more important ...

Right ... lets be a bit more positive. It's February, which means a little over 2 and a half months until the London Marathon. For me, I can't think of anything worst than running 26 odd miles with a group of people dressed up as Pirates/ Furry Animals. But some people find the need , and who am I to disagree with them.

It appears that one such individual is Charlton Supporting author Mick Collins. He who penned the Charlton classic, The Rise and Rise of Charlton Athletic: From Portakabins to Porto Captains . Mick is running for the Ron Pickering Memorial Fund, which benefits young athletes who have the talent, but not the basic funding, to reach the highest levels of the sport. When the Olympics come to London in 2012, there will be British athletes competing for medals as a direct result of the help given to them by the fund. So its; a damn fine thing he does.

Please take a look at the site ... and if there is one thing you should do just donate a few shillings. As Alan Curbishley says when he is thinking of bringing Radistan Kishishev on, GO ON ... YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.

It's hard some times ...

I think the realisation of Charlton fans hit home last night. Realisation that in fact we are a tad shite, and have been punching above out weight. We are quite luck that at the moment, we aren't involved in a relegation dog fight, but that may what we get over the next few months. It's 12 points and counting. We recently bought Marcus Bent off of Everton for a rounded £2 million. On last nights performance he looks to be worth £2. Give him a chance they say, why I say.

At 11:55 last night as I lay in bed my mobile phone clicked into life. A text message. It sort of woke me up, but hey it might be important. Nope, Murphy off to Spudz. Sod that, couldn't that have waited until this morning?

I wanted to actually be possitive about Charlton but a fairly inept performance and the Murphy saga put paid to that. I might have to form my own Independent Supporters Club ...

I've already written about Murphy elsewhere, but I'm going to put it up here. Then I'm going to concentrate on more important issues.

"Danny Murphy has departed, some of us are crying into our cocoa. What we are left with is Bryan Hughes, Rad Kishishev, Matt Holland ... no flare, no guile, no creativity ... that's what should make you cry. Last night was typical of Charlton's home games over the last 18 months, minus a goal for the oppo. Do we want to see some of the beautiful game ... I know I do.Anyway back to Murphy.He signed on 10 August 2004 and left on 31 Jan 2006. That is approx 76 weeks or 532 days. I don't know how much he was paid but we can be sure it was at least £20k a week, so let's break it down. At £20 k a week that's £2857 per day. Over the time at Charlton he was paid approx £1,520,000. On the performance front we can right off the whole of the 2004-05 season because "our" Danny was still settling down; he came from a mill town ooop North so wasn't used to cars, electricity and pirate radio. At the start of this season he set the world on fire. Well he had able allies in Smerts and Kish who did his tackling for him and he was touted as an England "Star"!!!!!He didn't get picked for the three lions and then resorted to petulance, see the Arsenal game, inept performances Everton and has now driven his 4x4 off to North London. So all in all he received £1,520,000 for about 5-6 worthwhile performances. If I had performed that badly in my day job, I'd have been shown the door. We can only hope that's what happened. However I doubt it.What we need is some creativity. We have to wait for the summer now, and that'll be another year down the pan. I don't enjoy sitting in the cold watching what was on offer last night.So me I can't wait for the World Cup, to see Brazil, Argentina, the cynical beautiful game.Ps: If Danny Murphy had all the extras in his car, DVD player, Sat Nav, etc, etc and paid say £60k for it .... that's the equivalent in me driving round in a £1,185 old banger. Makes you think"

As Smudge pointed out the chances are that he was on more than a ball part 320k a week. But I just highlighted that here. In fact double it to nearly three million and it puts it all into perspective. I don't think booing him on Sunday would do anything. I think we need to do it the spanish way. Everyone take along a white handkerchief and wave it whenever the idiot gets the ball. We should also play the ELK in midfiled and give him an order to kick Murphy, and keep on doing it.

I'll be back on later with some better news.

My tune of the day: In The Midnight Hour - Wilson Pickett