Your names down, but your not coming in .......

Well I could apologise but I'm sure there won't be anyone reading this. Why should you, it's been weeks, maybe a month. But I needed the break, I was lacking in things to say, and with my twenty seventh coming up I had things to plan. As Chicago Addick mentioned it's the Cricket World Cup, and people have died. There's got to be something to say? I was even left out of the Charlton Blog love in. My name was down, but when push comes to shove I ain't a minor celebrity. I bet Vince was there!!!!

I watched the West Indies blow their chances in the cricket tonight. Two games over the course of three days and England haven't played for 5 days. That's a good one. I went over the Offy tonight and the Indian proprietor started telling me how you could tell that Cricket was run by the "White Man". His words not mine. The fact that India fucked it up, maybe hurt him more. But the critisism of malinga on Charlton Life made me laugh. He bowls like Jeff Thomson said one, no he doesn't says another. Well he bowls like Malinga, and he's a damn fine bowler at that. Get over it. With regards to the Bob Woolmer affair, that's a damn hard one. Yes we've all had the Pakistan are taking up Bob sleighing joke, but what happened has to be investigated. Let the Police get on with it, and tell us once they know what's what. And as for the Met Police saying they are willing to help, get your own house in order.

As I walked through Charing Cross this morning I was taken as it was another meet the Manager morning. Ten, maybe eleven South Eastern Train Managers, suited and booted and milling around. Should I? No sod it. The trains are always late!!! Any comments? The trains are always overcrowded!!! Comment? The trains smell of shite!! Clean them? I bet they all turned up in their cars, congestion charge paid for. Maybe next time.

As I said next Friday see's me hit twenty seven. The party has been organised for Sunday 8th, so if your down, holla at me. We are away at Man City on the actual day. I couldn't bring myself to attend, so I'll make sure the wap is working. We are still up shite creek, but at least we now have a paddle.

Well the Northerners have legged it out to Thailand to attend Les and Liz's wedding. Good luck to them I say, as it's grim up North.

I nearly got a cat last week. But I need to get a cat flap fitted. Not as straight forward as it should be. But I may just get a new bathroom suite instead. I thought Vince was going to come round and give me a price?

I've got a trip to France planned to see my bro. And a trip ooop North to se Tim new place, Southport ... not sure there are enough days in the year. We'll be putting the clocks back soon enough.

Welling lost again tonight. I think they have fucked it up. Shame really, but they couldn't go up. No bleedin' floodlights. Can't get over that one.

My tune of the day: Can't play round - Lace

My kind of town ...

Well it's about time I came back and said something. That'll be the whole of Feb that I missed out, give or take a couple of days. But I need to step up to the plate. I need to get this thing back on track, in time for my 27th in a months time.

It was a lovely trip to watford on Saturday. Well until the football started. The second half got back on side until poor old Kevin Lisbie fluffed his big chance. I can only feel sorry for him, but you read on the pink oboe list people just slagging him off. Fuk me!!!! He didn't do it on purpose. Give the bloke some slack. Two weeks til the Toon. It's a long and laborious season.

Welling are playing at home at the new Dartford ground tomorrow night. I may take a trip. Unless it rains that is.

As I said it's my 27th in a few weeks. I'm having a party. Now if you want an invite leave me a message.

The Sopranos is on again tonight. It's a pain that it on so late. At least Lost is on at reasonable time ...

My tune of the day: New York - Frank Sinatra