It's grim oop North

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

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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