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 ...