The most historic day in my life ...

As I sit here drinking yet another cup of tea, it's hard to believe what has actually happened.

Alan Pardew has actually found the balls and walked away from being "our" manager.

Yea right!!!!

It's the time of Change .... Obama is the man.

With a big props to Greg Palast I need to share this article below:

Vote for him because he is Black

No question, Mr. Bruce was my favorite teacher in junior high.

I went to this Loser-ville school in the San Fernando Valley. It was all Chicano kids and working class white losers like me. Everyone had to take 'metal shop' so we could work the bottom-end jobs in the Chevy plant.

My brain was dying - until Mr. Bruce showed up, the new science teacher. DOCTOR Bruce, actually - the only Ph.d teacher in the place.

At lunch hour, instead of hanging out in the teachers' lunchroom, Mr. Bruce would invite me and my friends into his classroom. Over coffee made on a Bunsen burner, he would talk about topics from Einstein to Buddha while munching on this strange stuff called "organic" food.

He was simply like no adult I'd ever met - an exceptional guy who could make us dull-brained students sizzle.
My parents had him over for Sunday brunch and he talked about his work as a 'honey-dipper' in the Deep South where he grew up. The honey-dipper was the guy who hunted for lost glasses and whatever else was dropped in outhouse cesspools. Dr. Bruce said he enjoyed the work because it taught him pleasures of quiet grace, of dignified acceptance.

The kids were crazy about him, but not all the parents. Some called to complain about the school hiring him.

So he left. Months later, Mr. Bruce mailed me a letter from Japan where he'd taken a university post.
It's odd, but it was only this year that I put it all together: his exclusion by the other teachers, his job as a honey-dipper, his need to escape America.

Dr. Bruce, of course, is Black.

So, I'm going to do something that Dr. Bruce would think little of. I'm going to vote for the Black man.

Because he's Black.

The truth is, I'm wary of Barack Obama. His cozy relations with the sub-prime loan sharks who funded his early campaign; his vote, at the behest of his big donor ADM corporation, for the horrific Bush energy bill.

But there's one thing that overshadows policy positions, one thing he cannot change once in office: the color of his skin. The same as Mr. Bruce's.

I'm going to say something that I know the Obama campaign will just hate; but that many others are feeling but won't say out loud. We must vote for Barack Obama because he's Black.

For four centuries, our nation has poisoned itself with the corrosive venom of racism. From the slave trade, to our still-segregated schools, to the Bush family stealing the White House by cynically, and sinfully, calling Florida Black voters felons; to the exile of a brilliant science teacher four decades ago.

The time has come to cleanse the wound that will not heal.

Well it is without doubt a historic day, and one in which I am proud.

There's an awful lot of coffee in Brazil ...

It just dawned on me that I haven't drunk a coffee for a good few months now!!! I'm not sure why not, but I just haven't.

Should I go to Starbucks .... ? Not until they turn their freeking tap off.

I seem to be in a constant fight against Joe Public. People who eat shit smelling food on trains, who want to read a broadsheet on a packed tube, who cycle the wrong way down a one way street or cut across the pavement when I am walking, who rush to get off a tube then walk at snails pace up the stairs, who use those bags on wheels, who stink !!!!!!!!! I just seem to have had them all lately. Especially the smelly ones. Go to a dry cleaners, for fcuks sake.

I did a bit of refereeing on Saturday morning. It makes me laugh the amount of chat you get back. People kick the ball out then appeal for the throw, who lunge in and dispute a free kick, who stink ...!!!!

I can't believe it's October already. It's nearly Bonfire Night. Sod Halloween.

My tune of the day: He's the Greatest Dancer - Sister Sledge

Stuff

What a week that was ... traipsing over to Sellout to watch Alan Pardews 1970'S World Cup winner wannabees lie down and show no gritt. Anyway they aren't set up like that, so no problem there. Pards says we shouldn't have expected in ya face football, but what we got was can't be assed football. There's a difference ...

Could I find my football boots this morning? I'm refereeing this morning and am gonna have to wear flip-flops. Oh well, the Graham Poll look it is.

My tune of the day: Mind Power - James Brown

Life ...

So you go through life, trying to be as nice as you can be ... and what happens ... some scrote (or two scrotes in this instance) nicks your car!!! Not only breaks into it, but more or less ruins the whole fn thing. Word from the insurance company says that it's a write off!!!!! Fuck you ...

Hold on .... I'm watching the Most Annoying Pop songs in history, and Gloria Gaynor, I will survive is at number 22!!!!

Anyway, yea some scrote nicked one of the cars. I don't really understand nicking cars, so fuck you.

I went to see Frankie and Maze on Friday. They were absolutely quality, and Frankie at 61 is the proper dogs. All I need now is the teeshirt, so a vintage 1984 Back in Stride tee is winging it's way from the US. eBAY ROCKS ...

Some scrote nicked my car!!!! Fuck you ...

Talking of concerts I'm off to se Stevie next Wednesday. I was reading some of the reviews of his earlier shows, and you have to laugh. One muppet said something along the lines off all Stevie does is sit behind a moog and play. What did you want him to do? Breakdance!!! Another idiot said they had spent the best part of an hour waiting for Stevie to play his hits!!! Idiot ...

My tune of the day: Rock Creek Park - The Blackbyrds

Answers

Well the answer was No.

The Scottish tennis player didn't bring home the bacon.

My tune of the day: Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell

Thank you and good night ...

Well we have a contrast of fortunes this last weekend. On the left we have Amir Khan, on the right we have Andy Murray. With Murray we had the best British tennis player of his generation actually pulling it out the fire and beating the world number 1 in Nadal. The thing is can he go on to beat Federa? We watch with baited breath. With Khan, Sky got what they deserved. Cue Paul Daniels ...

Not a lot.

It just seems to me that they have been pushing Khan through to an early World title shot. Yea he was on terrestrial it was worth watching. But Sky Box Office? Fifteen notes!!!!

Your'avinalaff ...

Whoever matched him against Prescott (Great name) wants their head examined. Frank Warren took the blame, and good for him, but per-lease. The question now is can he ever come back from this? Maybe he should go ask Audley Harrison.

England beat Andorra 2-0 in the first World Cup qualifier this weekend. Whoopee Dooo. Can I just ask, what's the point. It's not even on the television. It's on Sultana. Sod off. England to win the World Cup in 2010 .... don't hold your breath.

I've just heard it may be raining tomorrow.

I need a holiday ...

My tune of the day: Get tough - Kleer

He needs help

Pele says Robinho needs councelling ....

Maybe we could get a discount if we get him and King Kev to do it ...

Football eh ...

My tune of the day: Strategy - Archie Bell and the Drells

Five to twelve ....

I'd switched off the phone and laptop and had settled down to catch the last few minutes of the transfer window on SSN. Robinho this, Berbatov that ... yadda, yadda. (I'm sure that Robinho things he's signed for UManU. Thre is only one Manchester in Brazil.)

Then about 11:52 they said, Oh Martin Cranie has completed a season long loan to Charlton. Not as big as news as currently coming in (chortle) but lets give Martin his 5 minutes.

Idiots ...

So there we have it, another defender. I say another but Linvoy hasn't really signed, we have to wait until 8 September and then they'll say he didn't, because his knee is shot. Now that's definitely a raise your hands in the air moment.

Robinho to Manchester City .... I can't help but laugh myself. What have you done?

It was raining this morning. Surprise there eh. Rain, rain, go away ... come again another day. (Yes preferably in 2010.)

I just sold a chest of drawers on eBay. That means I have to clear it and move the damn thing halfway up the hallway. Twenty notes for a year old Ikea jobby that I paid eighty for. I bet they moan about the "slight" scratching.

I have a couple of coats/ jackets available if you are interested ...

Vintage Navy Pea Coat

Alpha Industries Puffer Jacket

Vintage Velvet Duffer of Saint George Jacket

Go on fill ya boots ...

My tune of the day: It's something - Brenda Russell

It's grim

I know I sometimes bleet on about things, but as they say ... Jesus H.

Preston on saturday!!!!! The best thing I could say is at least it didn't rain. No, it did that on Sunday. Well it's an industrial Northern town, that makes what exactly? Nothing, just the usual dark shell suited, cropped hair round the side youths and Asian taxi drivers who don't really speak much English. It makes you glad you live in London.

Anyway, the game was exactly as you would imagine. The continuity built up last week was out the window with players moving around all over the shop. Bailey over to the right, Youga over to right back quickly followed by Matt Holland, Bailey then through the middle with Varney out on the right, then Ambrose out on the right and Varney back through the middle, Youga then out on the left and Bouazza doing not a lot. But given that Preston were a good team, but then again so should we be ...

It's transfer deadline day and the loan move for Primus hasn't gone through.

Looks like it's going to rain here now ...

My tune of the day: Silence is golden -This is the Quiet Zone

It's grim oop North

Maybe, but the fish n chips are sic ....

Customer Service

There were loads of suits mingling around Charing Cross the other day. Once a quarter I think they have these question and answer sessions. But I'm thinking more questions than answers. It's always leaves and congestion .... get on with it.

We had one of the sewing machines serviced yesterday. One hundred and two notes. The bloke wanted a cheque there and then but I had run out. You get me. So today the machine goes haywire. The machinist phones the bloke who then gives him loads of gip. Resulting in an, if I see you on the street sort of threat!!! It made me laugh because surely the bloke must realise we haven't paid yet and as the work was shite we won't be paying. He would have been better off saying yes, no, thank you ... shirley?

The fact that people walk along texting pishes me off. They should look where they are going. Fact.

Oh and I saw a blind hill skier on Monday ... on great big roller blade things!!!!

My tune of the day: Toque De Cuica - Airto

Teddy P it is then ...

So the point is I am going to do a Teddy P impression this afternoon. It's the way forward. I'm sure they will be light on Chas N Dave, so that's that.

There was a story run on the interweb last night that Stuart Fleetwood and Dean Sinclair had joined Cheltenham on loan. Blimey, I jumped the gun there a bit. The poor sod hasn't even unpacked his carpet slippers yet. However this morning the Cheltenham mob have come out and said "what"!!!! Seems like they are just crossing the g's and dotting the q's.

Jerry could be off to Pompey as well. On loan. That's all ok then,we'll have 12 players to pick from for Watford and one of them is Barnie Razil.

Well that's the first week of the Olympics done. Swimming, gymnastics, sword fighting and Greco-Roman grappling. The BBC have done it proud. Four commontators per event. Not like the long forgotten 70's when we had Frank Bough, Alan Weekes, David Coleman and Big Ron Pickering. Hold on I'm forgetting David Vine. That's 5 in total. The BBC had 5 doing the Badmington yesterday. The thing is about the Olympics, is that it's sport. Yes sport. All sorts of weird and wonderful sport that generally wouldnt get the time of day. They get 5 minutes here and it's rewarding to see the people that have dedicated their lives to it. Bravo. However I was reading on the American blogs that I like to catch up with, and the concensus over their is that it's boring, bland, one of the most unenspiring Olympics ever. Hmmmm ... could it be that apart from that fella Phelps the Americans are actually in a comptition? They're not top of the medals board and maybe won't have the "best" athletes in each sport. I'm hoping that Usain Bolt continues his fine form with a gold in the 100 yards dash. That's a must for Saturday.

My tune of the day: Come go with me - Teddy P

It made me laugh ...

Its the company bowling stroke karaoke afternoon tomorrow .... I may do this ...

Karaoke

My tune of the day: Fight the Power - Public Enemy

Facts

One fact to come out of last night was that Tim Henman could beat Pete Sampras at golf!!!!!

If only Tiger Tim had spent a few more hours practicing tennis then he may have been able to beat Pistol Pete at that as well.

It was a little bit like that last night. I think Charlton could have beaten Brazil last night in the art of no end product. Lots of pre match gaffawing, half time keepyupies and full time couldn't care lessness ... and that was just the directors. (No I jest here ... but it did seems like some of the players earn to much.)

Now if anyone can explain why we bought Stuart Fleetwood, I would like to know? He's never going to play, so will be sent out on loan in January to Cheltenham or Bristol Rovers and then offloaded next summer. Pards said pre-season that he would only buy players that would or could play in the first team. So give Fleetwood a game.

Anyway ... we were shite, a few, no a handful of people booed and they have been castigated today. Give the youngsters a chance, get off their backs, yadda, yadda. No, why don't you fuck off? It's a professional sport. They get paid shed loads of money. If people want to tell them they are shite then they should. It's quite unbelievable really ...

Anyway I'm off to play Tiger Tim at tiddly winks ...

My tune of the day: On A Ragga Tip - SL2

Thick and fast ...

Well according to Sky the football season hasn't started yet, and already we go into the fizzy pop cup wishing that a cup run was on the cards. We had our best run two seasons ago and the end result was Uncle Les' demise. So I'm sure Pards has one eye on saturday. He'll say all the right things, but an away trip to the Arse or UManU may bring in a few sheckles.

Anyway it's Yeovil tonight. The giant killers. It's one of them games. We've seen it all before. We had Stockport last season turn up and play like Real Madrid. It'll be the same tonight. Extra time maybe ... penalties maybe. I've got beans on toast planed for 10:30 so lets hope not.

There aren't many players that Pards could change the team for. Maybe Josh Wright in the midfield, maybe Dickson in for Varns or Basey and Bouazza out on the wings. Anyway it's Pards decision. I just turn up and moan .... ;)

It rained last night. Rained like it hadn't rained in years. It had been saving it all up to chuck it down in one full August night. It's getting wetter and wetter come August. It's Carnival in a few weeks so you know those wellies and poncho are gonna come in handy. God Times on a Sunday always works for me. In the rain or not ...

I went on You Tube yesterday and watched a few Bernie Mac routines. I had forgotten how funny he actually was.

My tune of the day: All night man - Loose Change

RIP

Blimey ...

Bernie Mac

Isaac Hayes

It puts it all into perspective ... enjoy life ... one love

Rain

It poured down yesterday. It totally ruined the cricket. But hey it's August, what's one to expect ... global warming etc, blah, etc, blah.

However the rain actually helped Charlton. It meant it wasn't one of them shirt sleeve days. Remember Scunnie last year, when our lot turned up expecting the earth and got a Marcus bundle and an equalizer. There was a slickness on the ground. It enabled us to play 3 minutes of football then score from a corner. Direct from the first corner of the season. Blimey when has that ever been done? But we were then able to sit in, hold our shape, and force Swansea to play a little bit. They came with 5 in midfield. They had come for a point and a second minute goal doesn't help. But it what our season needed. If we had had to huff and puff for 30 minutes it could have unbearable.

I sat in the West today. Jimbob had a spare so I left the homely Upper North and sat with the prawn sarnie brigade. No atmosphere but still a better perspective on some of the football. Pards needs to sit in the seat I. He may then realise what is needed.

He needed to sit down with Jerome. Every freakin time he gets the ball he does a flick through the legs, two stroke three leggy over things or a full turn and pirouette. Now I always thought you may do a leg over thing if you were attacking and wanted to beat a player. It's a sort of dummy. Now Jerome seems to do it when he is 10 yards away from the said player and not to beat the player but to show off. His doing it seemed to get Kelly to want to do it. Jeeeez, the pair of them !!!! Just run with the ball, take it round the player at speed and whip in a cross. It's not hard. Granto Basey showed how to whip the ball in. Quality at the death. Maybe the only bit of quality.

However I must take Pards to task. Saturday morning, a few email alerts, blimey what's this ... a new signing. Hameur Bouazza on a season loan from Foolham. OK we can live with that, even though he's not a centre half or centre mid. So 83 minutes are up on the clock and our Alan seems fit to stick Hameur into the action. The board goes up Lloyd Sam comes off and Hameur goes on. This is where the fun began. Our Hameur goes and stands next to Grant Basey on the left. Basey looks at him throws his arms out wide and looks at Matty Holland. He then trots over to the right, stands there and throws his arms out wide and looks at Matty Holland. Matty Holland looks at Hameur looks at Granto, throws his hands out wide and looks at Therry Racon. Therry looks at the whole damn nine yards and says "a droit, la gouche ". Basey walks over towards Pards who turns to Phil, who smiles and turns to Robbo. Hold on Parks says where's Robbo? He's been cut from the roster, money constraints cry the West Stand. Finally our Hameur trots over to the right. Now is he a right mid or a left mid. Does Pards know who he has signed or where the fella plays. It was horrible to watch. But it was a 2-0 home win. Oh how we wanted one of those last year. New Years day anyone?

Off to watch the Olympics now .... roll on Tuesday.

My tune of the day: Devils haircut - Massive Attack

It's just not cricket ...

Sitting in ones own office has some disadvantages. But it also has some advantages. TMS or test match special to the uneducated can be listened to over t'internet. It actually brings a smile to my face. Listening to Boycott bang on about getting a duck in a specially arranged game in 1980 so he could have some batting practice. Listening to Ramps say that he hasn't danced in 2 years!!!! It's an institution ...

Bloody Virgin trains. So it's Charlton v Preston in late August. Tash is havin' it in Borabora, so I thought a weekend up at Tim's would be in order. Order a train ticket, then worry about a match ticket later on. But according to Virgin they have issued tickets for the outward journey but not the ones to come back!!! It's a Friday and Monday for fcuks sake. I'm not asking for the moon on a string or asking to take a rucksack up with me .... I want to book a train ticket for 3 weeks time. Call back next week they told me from Mumbai. WTF ....

Oh KP got out for 100. He scored his ton, puffed out his cheeks and chased a wide one. Not good enough said Boycott.

So the season kicks off tomorrow. Amady Faye has legged it to Stoke for a trial and we've signed Mark Hudson and Stuart Codhead. No sign of the classic, combative central midfielder we've been crying out for, for the last 3 years. That would be too easy.

However Pards seems to have changed his outlook. He was a tad forlorn a week ago. Now he's had a positive board meeting and he's looking to bring in a few bodies. I'm not holding my breathe.

They are just biggin up the chances of cricket at the 2012 Olympics. Now that's what I'm talking about to quote that Apprentice bloke.

It's school/ college holibobs at the mo, which means a plethora of rucksacks around town at the mo. So I'm walking to Charing Cross ...

My tune of the day: Comin round the mountain - Funkadelic

KP is definately nuts ...

Well Michael Vaughan departed to spend time with his family, generally kick back and wait for Sky to offer him a commentary position. Thanks Mikey, especially for the Ashes, it was fun but it's about to get even better.

KP follows Tony Greig and Allan Lamb into the hot seat. I'm waiting for him to do a grovel faux paux. You know he will, it's in the blud.

Anyway he had a great first day ... and it made a change to listen to something positive from Boycs today.

It's the start of the footie season on Saturday. Charlton vs Swansea is my match of choice. It's my first match of this season. I just couldn't bring myself to do the friendlies. I just want to start enjoying my Saturdays. We won't win ever match but i want to start feeling positive about it. Oh well I can but dream.

It's been a funny week. Weather wise. It still is summer. Well supposedly. The rain has been falling, the sun has been shinning ... the rain falling, the sun shinning. Coat, no coat ... the choice is yours. It's the season of big rucksacks. No, I'm not going to castigate the carriers of these items. I just don't understand how it works. But I suppose that means I still have things to learn.

Whoopee ...

My tune of the day: Let's put it all together - The Stylistics

Frank Sidebottom

One of Franks songs is titles ... The Robins aren't Bobbins. Yes, yes .. we aint really the robins but it puts into perspective my feelings at the mo. We've sold out 900 seats in a friendly with Brighton. How could that be .. a friendly, with there being a carrot crunch, no money, blah, blah. Well its a pish up at the seaside. It's what we would have wanted for Blackpool, a fixture in July/ August nmaybe Septemnber or even May. It's what friendlies should be about. We should have a little tour of Edinburgh, a game against Brighton, Southend and Welling, then a home game against West Ham and everything would be ok. But we've had training in Spain, a match against Dover and that's it.

Can you see why I aint bob bob bobbin?

I have to say with two weeks until the start of the season my juices aint really flowing. Yes I'll be there ... but maybe out of habit more than enjoyment.

However I have to say, and this is a definate that I'm going to keep this up to date with my latest thoughts on the Mighty Addicks. My thoughts just like Chairmans Maos should be listened to ...

My tune of the day: Manhatten - Laura Greene

Blog, blog, blogging along

It suddenly dawned on me!!!

What is all this blogging malarcky, and why does every man and his dog do it?

It seems strange that over the course of 2 maybe 3 years there have been 10 stroke 20 Charlton blogs appear. But when you realise that 20 thousand individuals sit through the nonsence on a saturday, you could argue that on a good day there would be 20 thousand blogs. Each one with a slightly different view untilthe difference in the first and the last is so vast you wonder what match you had been watching.

I got that feeling when I saw a few posts exclaiming that we had missed out on Greg Halford!!!! Good player etc, etc ... should have got him on loan etc, etc. Well not from the seat I was sat in last season ... NO. Let the lumox go to Sheffield (he even said Charlton were the only team he would go to in the Championship) and let them Northern Monkies enjoy the fruits of his labour, or long throws to you and me.

I bet Halford even carries a bloody great rucksack on the tube.

My tune of the day: Can't do without - Peven Everett

Missing the boat ...

I suppose periodical postings over the past 12-15 months doesnt do anyone any favours. Why should anyone come back here to read the crazed ramblings of a 27 year old?

I can remember when I was in Phillie desperately trying to find an internet cafe so I could post my thoughts.

Oh how times change.

However, I've just received an email telling me my domain is up for renewal. Do I pay for another two years or just give in? My head says sod it and so does my heart!!! But you know what ... I think I'm going to carry this on. I really do.

I think I need to start spending time letting people know how I'm feeling.

My tune of the day: Joy and Pain - Maz ft Frankie Beverly

Who likes fast cars ... ?

Boys, boys with money ...!!!

But Michael didnt like cars, fast or otherwise. Proper funny.

Lucinder to win ... come on.

My tune of the day: Word of Mouf - Ludacris

Lewisham twinned with Beirut

The following is an email I received from the Freeholders managing agents in regards to some works/ damage at my flat. Five years worth of gardening ruined by scaffolders.


Dear Richard,

Thanks for your email of 14th April.
I did visit the premises and attach hereto a copy of the picture of the front garden from which I can see, probably two lavender bushes that appear to have been trodden down. Did you actually see the scaffolders do this? Or could it possibly have been local yobs? I know what your argument is but it is a bit difficult for me to tell the scaffolders they did something if they were not seen doing this, if you get my point.
May I suggest that we wait to see if the lavenders will grow again before making any further comment? Usually plants are quite hardy. I can see your lavenders have been well-established, but they may well grow again. Alteratively, why not plant some young lavenders at a reasonable cost, which will then grow in due course and I will approach the builder for this? I cannot really go to them at a figure of £200 as I am sure you will appreciate.
I am happy to get an estimate to replace the front path with Victorian tiles if you want, to put it back as it was built over a hundred years ago and also I am happy to get an estimate for taking down the entire wall down to it’s foundation and to re-build this. You will know that the wall was rebuilt after it was knocked down by yobbos using existing bricks where possible. It wasn’t fully taken down in any event but just rebuilt from the bricks that had been knocked out plus a few new ones.
We really are trying to help you in all matters. I have certainly been to the property now three times in the last six months, we have attended to all the complaints. I understand that the roof complaint was not a leak, in the area where the chimney was taken down but a leak at the front of the building where the flashings were fixed and this was several weeks after it was repaired so my suggestion is that it is possible that this is slipped slates caused by recent high winds which our roofing company will check.
With kind regards,

Trains, Planes and delays ...

I was walking across the concourse at Charing Cross this morning. As I reached the bit by platform 5 stroke 6 there was a throng, no a plethora of suits. Some with clipboards, some with shoes. It appeared to be some sort of meet the management forum, but hey ... who knows? Anyway there were a few punters, but not many. It wasn't advertised, there was no one there telling people what it was ... just a typical Network Rail fuck up.

I've been lax again folks, but I've realised that I've still got shed loads to chat about. So if you can bare with me ...

My tune of the day: I don't want to see myself - Terry Callier

More than one greedy b*stard

Well it's the end of the transfer window. The end of another month of will they, wont they stories. And typically on the last day one of our better players seems to be off. Yeah, the sicknote Andy Reid, the little short fat Irish bloke who looks like he should be a wrestler and not a footballer. Anyway, we've accepted 4 mill, the word is that it was too good a deal to turn round, then Mr E puts an email into the mix. There seems to be more than one greedy bastard.

Well I hope Andy Reid gets everything coming to him.

Chris Dickson is also out for a few months. Too much dancing!!!!!!!!

The trains have been heaving over the last few days .... at least I can usually get a seat at Charing Cross. However there is still the rucksacks and the smell.

If you haven't already make sure you visit John Lewis foodhall. Quality ...

My tune of the day: Bo Diddley - New York City Band

Slow connection

The problem is, is that once you've been away for a period of time ... no one knows when you come back. I can remember when I had quite a few people reading this site, and was even featured in the London lite, but now its just Cooksley.

Maybe I should be controversial, maybe re advertise ... spread the word, or maybe just not bother.

I could start concentrating my thoughts more towards Charlton, maybe towards the state of the feral youth in London, maybe cricket and the Aussie domination. Or maybe I should just continue with the rucksack, garlic moaning.

It's blogging for bloggings sake, and I don't really see whats wrong with that!!!!!!!

My tune of the day: Keep hope alive - Blaze

Football

So there I was watching the Watford/ Charlton game on Saturday. I was tucking into stewed chicken, rice and peas and one after shot after shot Watford went and scored. Talk about against the run of play. So we huffed and puffed I went to get a drink and what happened Yep, we went an equalised. Now it was a hard game played in drizzling rain, but that pitch. It was an allotment. It's that egg chasing they do on it.

Watford can go do one.

There's a thread on Charltonlife about what is RnB ... or Rhythm and blues to the uneducated. Somehow people expectation of RnB is old 40's and 50's maybe some 60's 2Soul" Music, but anything new can't be or isn't.

My tune of the day: Everybody loves a good thing - Phreek

Weird stuff

Kevin Keegan!!!!!

Am I in some weird science parallel universe. Concensus is that they'll let in 4 goals and score 5. Bollocks. Give it 8 months ... they'll be exactly where they are now and Shearer will be the next muppet.

My cuckoo clock has stopped cuckooing. Hmmmmm ...

I went on a Health and Safety seminar this morning. You can't use a ladder unless it's been risk assessed.

My tune of the day: Ladies Night - Kool and the Gang

Questions ...

What is shabby chic?

Why do commuters still pish me off?

Why do I pace around when listening to Charlton on the radio?

Does all flat packed furniture turn up with bits missing?

Why do people stink in the morning (yes the rucksack carrying ones)?

Just a few questions that have been bugging me. I've been looking for a new bed. I fancied something French, maybe Loius XV .... but it's all shabby chic!!!!

Shabby Chic

Take a look.

My tune of the day: My baby knows - The New Yorkers

Weird

So I'm reading the paper this morning, and there's a small piece about Dean Kiely warning Pards to ditch the mind games. All because Deano was forced to wear a grey shirt in the match at the Valley a week or so ago!!!!

Blimey, what a load of bollocks. KIELY MOVE ON.

I'm actually trying bit by bit to keep this going, but there are so many blogs/bloggers/ toerags and vagabonds out there that it's hard. There must be at least 5,654 Charlton blogs now, all saying the same same shite. Marks out of ten for Matty Holland, Pards is putting in a bid for Andy Gray, no not that one ... yadda, yadda. So what!!! Frankie Vallie bemoans that there was a minutes applause for Charlton people who had passed away, he couldn't give a flying by the sounds of it, and he's backed up by the blogger Drinking during the game, who by the name can't go an hour and a half stroke two hours without drinking, and maybe having a pie, a crepe or or fruit salad. It's two freaking hours ... sit your ass down.

Another thing, we were 4-1 up on Saturday, the board went up for 4 minutes additional time and half the ground got up to go. The Upper North started with "We can see you sneaking out" but it was more a route march than a sneak. Fuck me, give the boys a clap off ... the Generation Game has finished you know!!!!

My tune of the day: Mainline - Leroy Burgess

City of Culture

There I was at the cinema Sunday afternoon .... and on came a 2-3 minute advert for the North West. Liverpool stroke Manchester???? WTF ... I thought. Has it come to that. IT WAS EMBARRASSING ...

New Years resolutions ...

As Cooksley said obviously not.

Yep there was me planning to start doing this again, and a week later it fell by the way side. Ho hum!!! Well it's a start.

It's that time of year when all and sundry pop down the gym. Sod that I say. Wait until mid Feb. But hang on ... have you noticed how many fat people are still about? If you are lucky enough to get a seat on the train, 9 times out of 10 some fat sod will plonk themselves down next to you. Taking half your arm with them. And they are always eating !!!!!! ALWAYS ...

The smell as well ...

It's a big game tomorrow ... Blackpool. Oh I can't wait.

If you had the chance to read the Sun today, make sure you read Jon Gaunts page. It is still remarkable how people like him, James Whale and the like get the freedom to spout their shite. He put a supposed email on his page today. From some random named Lucy. Supposedly she has illustrated what is wrong with Britain today. He indicates that we should look after the Lucy's of this world and of course her hubby Gary, rather than the feral, feckless foreigners and freeloaders!!!! The email moved him to tears.

You can read it here ...

Unfortunately Lucy and Gary can't go on holiday, or go out much, buy new clothes, or have a treat.

Luckily Gary has been able to father 4 children, 2 with Lucy and 2 with his previous relationship, they can spend 50 notes on the phone and t'internet a month, as well as £70 petrol a month. Seventy notes!!!!! Where do they drive to?

Anyway as always in the Sun, Lucy blamed the government, gridlocked roads ... its OK for her to drive though, immigration, the lack of health care for fat people ... oh per-lease. Jon Gaunt reduced to tears !!!!!

Fuck off ...

My tune of the day: Please, please - James Brown

Happy New Year

Any New Years resolutions?

Yep, start to do this bleedin bloggin stuff again ...

Oh I have so much to say ...