Wave that flag ...

So it all starts tomorrow, then we have England on Saturday. Result. I'm thinking of going round SirBobJims laden with Paraguayan goodies. But what do Paraguayans eat/ drink?

Find out and let me know.

I've also got a chorizo that I picked up from Barca. It's either Stir fried chorizo with asparagus, or Pan fried chorizo and prawns for Sunday brunch. What do you think?

Still no news of any signings for the Haddocks. Twaddle about Sidwell, Young and Routledge continue to take up space ... but we should be trying to get Pele on a short contract to link up with Ronaldo (the real one) and the boy Lineaker.

Oh David Camerons on the Hip Hop is to blame for all the youth crime tip. Nothing to do with Chavtastic parents, a computer game culture, baseball hats, no respect for authority, oh and baseball hats. Bleedin hell, Cameron should tell us about the Tories policies on tax/ education/ health and crime before telling us it's all down to Hip Hop. He'll be telling us drug culture is down to the summer of love and that we should all aspire to be Jim Davidson.

Oh, talking about Jim Davidson, I somehow ended up watching the Channel 5 show about him last night. Oh well ...

My tune of the day: Baby Wants To Ride - Jamie Principle

Two days and counting

Til we get to see Right Said Fred, back and in shocking full effect. Cometh the World Cup and cometh the men, as they say Deeply Dippy.

Oh I forgot to mention it was the 6th of June yesterday, the end of the world!!!! No that'll be Saturday when Paraguay score their third.

I still don't believe that Peter Crouch will lead England onto glory. I just have visions of him bandy legged and pished. Robo dancing, you can keep it.

It seems that Mr Jordan is going to get his man. Step forward Graeme Souness ... but this is after assurances about ambition and spending plans.

Now Michael Fish has been saying we'll get sun for the next few days, etc, etc. What's the chances it will rain at the weekend? Or on Sunday when it's Keeleys birthday and we were heading for Hoxton. Shorts or no shorts, that's more of a Noel Edmonds tip.

Now I've said that it's come over all overcast ... Definitely not a whooooosh.

My tune of the day: Fancy Lady - Billy Preston

Fan the flames ...

So we've done Hip hop, yes I'm aware that the Clash were influencial but they didn't influence me ... so now we can discuss Garage Music.

So do we do the Drem Team thingy from a few years ago, you know two stepping, do we do the Jamie Principal thing from the early 90's ... or head straight back to 78 and the Paradise Garage?

Maybe we just go with Paul "Trouble" Anderson and say House is where I live, Garage is where I park my car.

But hang on, people just bandy this word Garage around and expect you to fall in line. Garage is about the Paradise Garage. It's 84 King Street, New York City, IT'S GARAGE.

Oh England lost the cricket and drew the series. Did you see Muri bowl ... now that is House.

Homeowners should be allowed to have Taser guns to defend themselves. So says a Tory MP!!!!! What next machetties if you own a garden?

Has anyone looked up Lea Walker on google? Go on you know you want to.

My tune of the day: At Midnight - T-Connection

It's all in the name

Well, to quote from Netaddicks, about Music we like and music we dislike, we get the comment:

Any sampled old tune with rapping ... or whatever its called over the top! Thieving talentless shysters.

It makes me laugh ... oh it does really. Joe Public can live their life and listen to Oasis, the Libertines or whatever band they want, but finds it deep within themselves to slag off something they really don't know or understand. It's not for me to justify what Rap/ Hip-Hop is about, cause there are only bits and pieces that do it for me, but to slag off a whole genre. There's a reason why Hip Hop is ... go look up Kool Herc on Google. Maybe look up Block Party, Grandmaster Flash, even Kool Mo Dee.

Let's get a break down from Wikipedia -

Hip hop music (also referred to as rap or rap music) is a style of popular music. It is made up of two main components: rapping (MCing) and DJing (audio mixing and scratching). Along with breakdancing and graffiti (tagging), these compose the four elements of hip hop, a cultural movement that was initiated by inner-city youth, African Americans, in New York City in the early 1970s.
Typically, hip hop music consists of one or more rappers who tell semi-autobiographic tales, often relating to a fictionalized counterpart, in an intensely rhythmic lyrical form making abundant use of techniques like assonance, alliteration, and rhyme. The rapper is accompanied by an instrumental track, usually referred to as a "beat", performed by a DJ, created by a producer, or one or more instrumentalists. This beat is often created using a sample of the percussion break of another song, usually a funk, rock, or soul recording. In addition to the beat other sounds are often sampled, synthesized, or performed. Sometimes a track can be instrumental, as a showcase of the skills of the DJ or producer.
Hip hop began in New York City when DJs began isolating the percussion break from funk and disco songs. The early role of the MC was to introduce the DJ and the music and to keep the audience excited. MCs began by speaking between songs, giving exhortations to dance, greetings to audience members, jokes and anecdotes. Eventually this practice became more stylized and became known as rapping. By 1979 hip hop had become a commercially popular music genre and began to enter the American mainstream. In the 1990s, a form of hip hop called gangsta rap became a major part of American music, causing significant controversy over lyrics which were perceived as promoting violence, promiscuity, drug use and misogyny. Nevertheless, by the beginning of the 2000s, hip hop was a staple of popular music charts and was being performed in many styles across the world.

What do I know? Well I know that it's had more of an influence on my life than the Clash, the Rolling Stones, or the goddam Beatles.

Anyway, I quite like calling a bitch a bitch.

My tune of the day: Beat Street - Grandmaster Flash

Lehman ruins the party

Hands up how many of you laughed when Jens Lehman was sent off in the Champions League final? Well it seems like it scuppered our Euro ambitions.

Spoken from the heart ...

Cue Paul Parker. You remember him, from the 1990 World Cup and then from a disastrous time as manager of Welling United. Well he has a few things to say ...

"It is easy to say we are going to win it but they are just words," he said.
"I prefer to look at things in a slightly more realistic way. "We were beaten by Northern Ireland in qualifying - and deservedly so - because we were tactically awful and we are also missing Wayne Rooney, who is the one man who can really make something out of nothing for us.
"With him out, there are a few people within the squad who need to stand up and be counted - and I am not sure the quality is there.
"Certainly, I don't think the strength in depth is anywhere near what we had in 1990, nor during Euro 96 for that matter.
"I don't think we are good enough on the counter attack and I don't see us opening up the best sides just by knocking long balls up to Peter Crouch.
"I hope we do well, I really do. But there are a lot of questions to be answered by the current squad and I am just concerned we are getting carried away."

Get in there Paul. You call it like it is. I have to say he nails home a few home truths there, but hey, I've seen your team selection.

It seems Jase might have missed out on playing against England. Out on the piss a few days before the match doesn't bode well. Well I would do it, but then again I'm not a well paid Premiership footballer.

I actually watched Big Brother last night. I was in bed and couldn't find the remote, so just let it play. Hmmm, is the only word I can use. That Sleazer, a proper sleaze bag ... oh well I'll watch Celebrity Pop Idol tonight.

I'm thinking of going here tomorrow.

My tune of the day: Everybody Loves A Good Thing - Patrick Adams Presents Phreek

A proper Idiot

It's all quite strange really, this idiot does an idiotic dance and he's cemented his place in Svens starting line up. He has the Sun finding builders to do the dance. It is me ... or is there a destinct lack of rythm?

I just booked to go and see Sergio Mendes at the Barbican. He's got a new album out, remixed by the Black Eyed Peas, and it sounds good. I actually need to get out to a few more of these. Proper music.

I decided to have a break from the gym today. My legs are killing me, my ankles are numb and my back hurts. It's all good.

The World Cup starts next week. The Soca Warriers have been getting ahiding, so nothing for England to worry about. Its Jase the ace on saturday. Go on son.

A walk down Brick Lane I think is on the cards ...

My tune of the day: Roots - Willie Bobo

It's a funny old game ...

We've all scored them. You know, you're 25 yards out you swing your boot and it flies into the corner. Cue Peter Crouch. Yep the Robot is going to win England the World Cup.

More fun and games down in SE7 as Chris Perry is shown the door. This is the same Chris Perry who cost 100k a couple of years ago, and has been worth every penny. When you see the likes of Sorondo it does make you wonder.

We've now been told Bothroyd has left. Blimey, what with JJ, Bartlett and Jetters leaving we're a bit short up front!!!! We'll we were short with them in the squad. That leaves the way open for Kevin Lisbie.

After fretting that Lost had lost its spark, I was pleasantly surprised last night. The show was spot on, back to it's best without the bleedin hatch.

The posh twat has left Big Brother.Or so I have read in the paper. I've not watched it. It's crap, boring and full of idjuts. Can't they put Simon Jordan in there?

Here's a question for you. Do any of you know any websites that do cheap flights? Ideally to Newark.

My tune of the day: Touch - Amerie

Bish ... bash ... bosh

Well that's the long weekend over. A day in the rain on Saturday, was superceded by a day on a boat, whibbley wobblying around, drinking, dancing and generally having a great time. Bow ties re where it's at .... trust me.

It was a funny sort of weekend. The rain made it like October not May, and there was a dampness in the air. Selfridges was full of sodden gliteratzi, preening themselves ... oh how I rocked in my tight green trackies and brown shoes.

Well I got the text at 11:58 ... Iain Dowie, Lucky Les and Mark Robson (the best crosser in the club) are the new dream team. Gerry called at 12:45 to tell me it's live on Sky. I replied it was at 12, noon. No not the conference, the baliff trying to serve Dowie with a writ. Oh the Orange one ... he's very bitter isn't he? Take a deep breath Si ...

I ate loads of crisps yesterday. Too many if I'm honest. As I slumbered trying to watch the Sound of Music. Isn't that what Bank Holidays are all about?

It seems like Michael Owen has a slight injury. This means Croucky will play against the Magyars tonight. Andy Johnson must be loving every moment. It looks like a World Cup place and a move away from Palarse.

Did I mention that the West Indies have won a one day series. It must be the first since the World Cup in 83!!!! Bring on Monty and his mob.

I need to go to the gym ... Body Pump here I come ...

My tune of the day: War - Edwin Starr

It's Tuesday then ...

So watch this space

Only by name ...

Is it me or was that England team put out last night a "B" team by name only? There were players there striving to be included in the team when they kick off aginst Paraguay in a few weeks time. I suppose only Aaron Lennon did himself any favours, but hey it was all abit fizzy pop and no substance. They keep showing a backheel that went to the keeper ... !!!!! You have to feel sorry for Robert Green. A year underperforming at Norwich and now this. He scuffed his clearance, thwacked his foot on the floor, bulled his groin the Belarus player scored and he's carried off in a dustbin. As the headlines said ... Bela - rubbish.

So it's the second test and the heavens have opened in Brum. It's not even funny. The sun should be shinning, they should be playing on a wicket like a piece of glass and there should be 400 on the board.

It's the Bank Holiday weekend. Huuurrraaahhh. Three days, how good is that. Well Four may be better.

I could only find the Afro Ken umbrella this morning. That does make me chuckle.

Its the boat party on Sunday ... ships ahoy.

My tune of the day: You are so beautiful - Billy Preston

Ignorance is bliss ...

It dawned on me that I was infact watching car crash TV last night. Yes, year on year Big Bro gets worst, that's because they have to keep on scrapping the bottom of the barrel to find these people. Supposedly that Imogen has been kept warm for months. They were going to put her in Celebrity, but Chantelle got their first. I was told she was humourous, witty and would make this show special ... special needs more like it. I can't work out how Bonnie and Glyn made it through the audition!!!!! What have they brought to the party?

It now appears Dawn has walked off the show ... the end of the line can't be far away.

On the footie front it appears we are well and truely fuked. Seems like our Billy doesnt want to move South and we'll be left with Iain Dowie. A Palace reject, is this what it's come to. Go and offer the job to Keith Peacock with Alan Curbishley upstairs. See if they will do it.

Oh back to Big Brother. Have you noticed how their isn't a Black Male on the show. What too confrontational? I did wonder.

My tune of the day: Vulture - Labi Siffre

Big Brother

I have to say this show has finally run it's course. I haven't really been watching it, Soccer Aid is much better, but I watched it tonight when I witnessed a group assassination of one person. Group Bullying, intimidation, total bollocks really. It's a game show ... Shabbaz was playing the game. I'd have to say that I'd have lasted a day in that place with those fukwits.

Exclusive - World Cup Squad Selection

Nancy swished into the breakfast bar in her sheer black silk dressing
gown, neatly cut to the thigh and dropped a brochure in front of Sven.
"The Old Walled Cottage", it said.

"Vat is this?" asked Sven, peering at it.

"It is the perfect geddaway for after the World Cup. Verra, verra high
walls so no sneakin paparazzi canna see us makin' wild passionate
love", she said, "Hey, Sven, whaddaya doin' wiv the breakfast tings?"


"I am finalising ze squad fer the Werld Cup", said Sven, neatly tricked
out in his paisley dressing gown, sipping fresh orange juice.

"Wassat, then?" asked Nancy, pointing to a row of neatly lined up
boiled eggs.

"That is a defensive wall, Nancy", replied Sven, primly, before
shouting, "Hey Tord, more boiled eggs".

Tord Grip bustled into the room, in waiter's outfit, carrying more
boiled eggs and toast. "Here you go boss". He stopped, startled. "Hey
she's just bashed in Ledley King's head! And now she's a eatin' his brains."

Sven looked sadly at the hole in his wall and then at Nancy poking at
the broken egg with a toast soldier. "It's a sign, Tord", he said.
"We'll take Campbell". He moved a large pepperpot into the wall.

"Now whatsa this?" asked Nancy, pointing at an array of knives and
forks, spread over much of the table top.

"Those, Nancy, are my offensive tactics," he pointed to a knife, "This
is Shaun Wright-Phillips and this is Darren Bent. I intend to use them
in combination to spread fear and alarm ..."

"Faria Alam!" screeched Nancy, lurching forward to grab the unfortunate
offensive duo and hurling them at Sven's head. Sven coolly ducked just
in time, and the knives embedded themselves in a picture of the FA
management team, circa 2002. "Don't a you mention the name of that woman to me!"

Sven peered at the quivering knives and nodded his head slightly.
"Tord, we will not take Bent or Wright-Phillips, the omens are not
good. And can you get me some more strikers."

"OK", said Tord. "Steve!".

Steve Maclaren stuck his head out of the serving hatch, looking flushed
with his chef's hat awry. "Yes?"

"More strikers for the boss."

"Ah, Nancy at it again?"

"Yep".

"Who do you want?"

"Who you got left".

"I'll go check", Steve, ducked back into the kitchen.

Meanwhile Sven had calmed the quivering Nancy. "OK", she said,
"Whaddabout the toast?"

"The toast lays out my formation for the first round," he looked at
Nancy sadly. "Nancy, you hav eaten Jermaine Defoe's left leg. 'Ow can I
take a striker wiv no left leg?"

Nancy shrugged, and munched on the unfortunate striker's other lower limb.
"P'raps you need to change your formation." She indicated a marmite
covered soldier. "Why not push Cole forward, ee's a goal scorer
no?"

Sven threw his hands in the air in excitement.

"Eureka!" he exclaimed.


Nancy shreaked. "Don't a you mention the name of that Swedish trollop
to me," and grabbing hold of Andy Johnson by the handle started chasing
Sven around the table, pausing only to hurl a bottle of HP sauce across
the room.

Eventually Sven managed to calm the irate Italian: "So you see Nancy, I
was calling you a genius".

Nancy's eye's narrowed - "You asure you not going after some Greek
floozy now?"

"No, Nancy, but now I need another striker".

Tord re-entered the room and set down a tray of bacon and eggs. Looking
down he gasped.


"Boss, look".

Sven walked over to look down at the table to where his assistant was
staring. It was Nancy's advertisement for their post-Cup hidaway. But
where before it had said:

THE OLD WALLED COTTAGE

It was now stained with HP sauce from Nancy's attack and what was left
revealed:

THE O** WAL*** COTT***

Sven looked at Tord. Tord looked at Sven. In unison they chimed:

"It's a sign!"

**********

Go on then, you find a better explanation

It's all about body language ...







And not floppy hair and a perma tan.

The weather becomes more and more a bone of contention. Can we just have a week of sun shine. Is it too much to ask for?

I'm not feeling it today ....

My tune of the day: I believe in You - Amp Fiddler

Summer Holiday ...

HOSE PIPE BAN ... WATER SHORTAGE ...water meters ...ARE THEY FUCKIN SERIOUS.

I saw this comment on the Faith Board, oh it did make me chuckle. It's like winter ...

Still no news on a new manager. It actually getting boring.

I had a drunken night out at the Player on Friday. It's been a good few months since, I had a Friday out. Gin and Tonics rock.

Why do people refuse to move down the trains? The 7:54 this morning saw a group of numpties standing in the doorway, whilst the rest of the carriage was empty. When you ask to be let past they give you a look, so the only thing to do is barge past. It makes my morning. It was pissing with rain, so the whole carriage stunk of wet people!!!!

It's the bank holiday next Monday ... ho hum.

My tune of the day: Mr. Bojangles - John Holt

What the difference a day makes ....

Well this time yesterday we could only summise. Who would it be, would they have the rlevant experience etc, etc ...

Well now we know.

It's that freeking, geeking Big Brother. As much as I don't want to watch, there I was, PJ's and Mug of tea, squirming as they brought each and every one in. What I thought though was the need for a normal person. Just a normal, two up, two down ... football loving, beer drinking, South Londoner. Well that's normal to me. Thirteen weeks and counting.

I was watching Sky Sports News last night as the breaking news flashed across the bottom of the screen. Peter Taylor pulls out of the race to be the next Charlton boss. A little later they had him on the phone, saying how the more he thought about it the more he didn't want to be considered. All too public for my liking, but hey Pete has to be seen to be doing the right thing.

I did smile at Richard Hunts take on things. From the Pink Oboe list -

"Maybe he is insecure about his abilities, and once he had been to the interview and realised what is needed to manage a mid size Prem club he got cold feet. Happens in all kinds of management recruitment. I see it every week."

How many of you have managers that don't have the first idea about managing? They seem to have fallen into the possitions with no management skills at all, and it appears they don't want to learn any. Look after your staff ... not ruddy likely.

Anyway, for what ever reason Peter the Taylor is no more, if he ever was ... and now we can turn to Billy Davies and Sammy Lee. I was trying to think of that old Liverpool Sammy Lee song. I asked the boss here who says he is a Liverpool fan. He didn't know who Sammy Lee was!!!!!! It amazes me sometimes.

It's the late May bank holiday next weekend. The last one before the late August one. Where does the bleedin year go? Timbo's down and it's the boat party. It was the kilt last year, so I've got to find an outfit that out does that one ... it may be hard. But I'll give it a go.

Seems like Thierry is going to stay ... a big fish in a little pond me thinks. Test yourself against the best in the World Thierry, or play against Linvoy Primus ... the choice is yours.

I can't believe the weather. It's cold and wet and we have a drought alert.

My tune of the day: What a Difference a Day Makes - Dinah Washington

  

  

Heroic !!!!!

Well that's the lead story in the Standard. Arsenal by all accounts were heroic!!! Maybe I was watching a different match.

To start with Thierry Henry, who the Standard labellled the best player in the world missed two gilt edged chances. They then bleated on about an offside goal which was definately onside. The keeper got sent off for a professional foul. He didnt have to make the challenge, he could have stood on his feet tried to put the player off, but NO .. he brought him down ... end off ... a straight red card. You live by the sword ... you, well you all know.

I sat there watching Arsenal defend the lead and you always knew that chances would come. As soon as it went 1-1 the game was up.

Oh and another thing, Eboue dived to win the freekick from which thy scored. No castigation there then ... bloody typical I say.

What goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep ... ????

The Arsenal open top bus reversing back into the garage.

Still no news on the new manager front!!!!! It's getting a bit boring I can tell you.
At least we have BB to beat the boredom, come this evening. I can't wait ...

My tune of the day: Batmacumba - Gilberto Gil

Is it me ...

that find the fact that Chelsea have signed Michael Ballack on a reputed £130k a week disgusting!!!! At what point is a footballer worth this as well as a £2million pound signing on fee? It's football, it's not a heart surgeon, or a politician.

The champions league final ... hmmmph. I quite like Arsenal as a team. I can admire Bergkamp, Henry ... but do despise their fans. The spiel sanctimonious tosh, look down on you because you support a real team, and live in North London the land of dogs on string and a need for a wash. Come on Barca, just put these idiots in their place.

It all seems to be a bit negative re Peter Taylor. There's been a shed load of Leicestershire fans on the Netaddicks board saying how he ruined their club. It's hard to disagree not knowing all the facts, but come on ... I've got faith in the man up stairs. Richard Murray that is.

It's the start of Big Brother on Thursday. I hate Big Brother, and intend not to watch. That made me chuckle anyway.

My tune of the day: I Like Old School - Miguel Picasso

Living it large ...

I took the day off yesterday,not to get over the fact that Peter Taylor is favourite with the bookies, but to get over my meal at the Fat Duck on Sunday. I went for the tasting menu which contained in no particular order: -

SNAIL PORRIDGE, SARDINE ON TOAST SORBET, SALMON POACHED WITH LIQUORICE, MANGO AND DOUGLAS FIR PUREE, CARROT AND ORANGE TUILE, SMOKED BACON AND EGG ICE CREAM AND HOT AND COLD TEA.

It was a remarkable meal, 14 courses all in all and come the end which was 4.5 hours down the line I was stuffed. I somehow managed to get back to South London, without falling into a deep sleep. I nodded off on the train but was woken up by a family of Chavs discussing STD's. You couldn't make it up.

I ended up going to see the Blue Man Group yesterday. Very strange all round, but all very enjoyable. Lots of drumming, painting, strobelights and paper. You have to go and see it.

My tune of the day: What Makes the World Go Round - Stephanie Cooke

It's hot

Hotter than July even ... but do you realise that it's going to rain tomorrow. Especially for the cup final ... happy days.

I had macaroni cheese for my dinner last night. It would have been tea oop North and I would have had a cheese sandwich for my dinner. But in effect I had a cheese sandwich for my lunch and the maccaroni cheese for my dinner, not my tea!!!!! What is that all about?

It's the FA Cup final tomorrow. Liverpool v West Ham. I think i'm going to paint a wall. That's got to be better than watching that old bunkum, or having a barbeque and watching that old bunkem.

This time last week I was in the Sands having my first drink of the weekend. How time flies.

Still no news on the new manager, but I did get a text about the Elton John concert. Not for me, not for me.

My tune of the day: Space Talk - Masters Of The Universe

Twack, crack .. twat

It's the start of the Cricket season ... 130ish for one, ho hum. Will the match last til Saturday?

Seems like Liverpool will be replacing the stolen FA Cup final tickets. The FA are blaming them for sending the tickets out insecurely ... bad admin, well I never.

Boro got a good seeing too. Just goes to show how poor we really are. Stuart Downing, World Class!!!!! Well we'll never win the World Cup with Downing and Crouch in the team.

Bloody Blogger, I'm always losing half the stuff I write. That's what I say anyway.

It appears that Peter Taylor is the name being mentioned in regards to the Charlton hotseat. That may suit Benty who worked with Taylor in the England Under 21's. Here's hoping that its all good for Benty.

I was chatting at lunchtime about Bum bags. I'm thinking that they are going to be the accessory of the summer. What do you think?

My tune of the day: King Of The Beats - Mantronix

Need a shave

A picture from Southport. Saturday afternoons wont be the same.

Blow me down

There's a story out there that 1600 Cup Final tickets have been stolen. The FA or the Millenium Stadium or someone who's up their own ass won't replace the tickets. So some poor sod who's paid maybe £75 for a ticket is left with nothing!!!! How does that work. Surely the tickets are insured, and the Post Office would have to reimburse people? Say that was me. Charlton had got to the Final, I know ... I know, but I had been told my ticket had been lost and I wouldn't be getting a replacement. WTF. I'd be asking a few questions.

The sun is shinning and it's quite hot. Don't you just love days like this?

I'm going for an ice cream ...

My tune of the day: Useless - Kerri Chandler

Room with a view

So there you have it, Byron Stingley dressed to impress, doing his best to give us a sound that means so much to many people. Byron Stingley has been at the forfront of "House" for 20 years and his performance on Sunday afternoon was top draw.

The weekender has come and gone, 4 days of drinking, smiling, music, people, laughing, and House. Even Ginge enjoyed himself, now that must be a first.

The funniest thing was speaking to some Scousers on Saturday who thought that Charlton could do them a favour on Sunday and beat UManU meanning theyu could steal second place. I laughed, and said no chance ... it's great to be able to know your team. It appears that Vince may have got thrown out, or even arrested ... not sure of the details. It was also funny being with Clive a Spud and some of the Arsenal boys. Poor old Clive definately put all his eggs in one basket as he was betting people left right and centre. I told him they had no chance, so its great that I can see the Charlton in other teams as well. Poor old Spudz Murphy, ten players out and he can still only get on the bench.

Did I say how good the Weekender was? Kerri Chandler playing in the Sands on Sunday night. How much of a corker was that? The Official After Party missed the boat here ... but they always do.

I was o the train from London Bridge yesterday when I got a text saying we had signed Cory Gibbs from Feyenoord. As a US International, Cory will be reresenting the US in the Soccerball World Cup this Summer. At least that makes it one player Charlton will have in the tournament. Thanks to Sven that is.

I won't even start on the Swedish Meatball with what he's done here. To think that England had a good chance of progressing in the tournament, with Owen and Rooney up the top, but now we are left with Crouch, Joe Cole and Theo Walcott!!!!! Hold on Andy Johnson is on standby, so there may be a glimmer.

I need to eat a few salads. I am actually craving tomatoe and green beans. I ate crisps and rubbish at the weekend!!!!! Have I told you how good the weekender was though?

I can't believe that Darren Bent isn't going to the World Cup. He's on fire, the top English Goalscorer. He's come through the Under 17's, the Under 18's and has played for the Under 21's scoring important goals along the way. So what's the point we ask? Ask the departing meatball?????

My tune of the day: I dont want you any more - The Muthafunkers 

Families at war

Families eh ... who'd have them!!!! My bro is moving to France and has finally decided he'd tell me .... when I said it would have been nice to have known earlier he said it was historical. What that means I do not know?

Right ... I hope you all watched the Apprentice last night. What a shower of shit it was. Some complete and utter toss pots, Paul Tulip for one ... then Brummie Ruth who couldnt use the Queeens English if her old grannys life depended on it, forgetable Michelle and the only good guy Ansell, but they had a black bloke win last year so that wasn't going to happen was it. I couldnt get over all the chat about lying on their CV's. That does all seem a bit strange to me.

Zoe Ball on Strictly Pole Dancing ... a non starter to er, start with ... surely?

It seems like Wayne Rooney is out of the World Cup. It's okay though, up steps Peter Crouch.

It's the Southport Weekender should be a hoot.

My tune of the day: Inner City Blues (Makes Me Wanna Holler) - Reuben Wilson

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At first I thought it was a joke!!!! But no, it's a small ad tucked away in the bottom right hand corner of todays Daily Mail. Wanted a First Team Manager .... note Manager not Coach.

Is this the way for an established Premiership Football Club to do their business? Would any other club stick an advert like this in a cheap and nasty paper? No of course not. This is the problem. We've been out of the market for 15 years, the days of advertising in the Daily mail have long gone. They should have tried Monster, or City Jobs.

How many dodgy applications do you think this will bring in? 100!!!! 200!!!! I wouldn't like to be Charlton Athletic HR. They'll have to sypht through some right old toot.

News just in .... Glen Hoddle will be staying on as Wolves boss for next year. Phew!!!!!

In was the start of Series 2 of Lost last night. Two hours of stuff I didnt understand. I say 2 hrs, but I fell asleep in the last half hour. I woke up to a repeat of the Sopranos.

I actually voted yesterday. Postal voting means I dont have to traipse to the local school, but who knows what happens to it once it's posted!!!! It could end up anywhere.

My tune of the day: Far Beyond - Sunburst Band 

The King is dead ... long live the King

Well there you go. You all knowthe news, you all have your views on why, where, when ... and who. But it's been an emotional few days.

I think we knew something was up, when what appeared to be the whole club turned up on the pitch. There was everyone including the tea lady. Someone has pointed out that Tord Grip was even on the pitch, but what that was alla about I don't know. Anyway ...we had been in Legends for Teddys birthday. A carvery, and sticky toffee pudding set the day off to a great start. I would say that I was quite stunned by the announcement. You can understand how it came about though. Curbs wanted one more year, but wouldn't commit beyond that. That left Murray in a no win situation ... and better he gets it right now, than stew on it for a year. As long as he doesnt appoint Twoddle that is. It seems strange that Curbs won't be in charge any more. I'm not going to UManU as I'll be at Southport, but it may be a strange day. I'm not sure how Curbs will feel, emotional no doubt but not as emotional as some of the fans. There were a few lumps in throats, a few tears ... and I don''t care what people say, I couldn't see the point in leaving 10 minutes before the end of the game. What was all that about? Fifteen years and you can't even spend 20 minutes to see him off. Typical of some of the people.

I'm also advocating wearing bow ties to football matches. I had a nice brown number on on Saturday that when nicely with the Sherman shirt and Tacchini tracksuit top. You had to see it. But it surprised even me.

On another note, it made me laugh when Big Phil turned down the England coaches role. Do the press actual seem bothered? I doubt it!!!! But it's funny given that they don't care. Good on Big Phil, he gets a lot of respect from me ...

As for future Charlton managers. I would like to see Stevie Coppel. Just so I could sing bthat song ... the one about his birth certificate.

My tune of the day: 4 The Love - Karizma & DJ Spen

Cup of tea, slice of cake ....

Big Phil, or not Big Phil. That is the question ... or not, as the case may be. Is anyone really that bothered. Do Aston Villa really want Curbo? That seems strange, but what do I know.

At least the sun is shinning, and the kitchen is nearly done. Just a few doors to be painted, and its a long weekend.

Had a great email this morning from Keeley saying how she had been out with Wendal and ended up in SoSho which was full of vile, letchy, drunk cityites. That's the City for you. A quality night out.

This time next week, I'll be OOOP North. My dancing shoes are at the ready.

It's just dawned on me, its Craig Bellamy, Paul Dikov and Robbie Savage tomorrow. So lots of exciting football then!!!! I'm worried they won't let me in the Carvary with flip-flops on. Well flip-flops and a bow tie.

My tune of the day: This Means That - Paul Randolph

Big Phil

Hmmm, ho another hmmmm .... a scratch of the head ... a slight chuckle. It seems the FA has sent us all a dummy and will be appointing Luiz Scolari as the next England Coach. A Brazilian, a native Portuguese speaker, no problem communicating with Rooney and Beckham there then. Just ignore them, that's what I'd do. It does seem a little odd though. All along there's been a call for an English (British) manager. There are no stand out candidates, hence your Curbishleys, your Allardyces and your McClarens. But hey, what a kick in the teeth for these guys. Quite rightly picked up by Mark Hughes. What's the top job on offer for an English manager? Well it should be the England Manager/ Coaches position. But this is now off the page. Could you see Brazil, or Italy or Spain appointing a non national? Nope, just us.

The question of the day are why are people so strange? I was out last night on a works doo, a sort of meeting stroke bonding doo with a small pool contest. We had pre booked 2 tables as you would. You then end up with people trying to get on to the table everytime you go to take a drink or just need a pish. You tell them once, you tell them a thousand times, it's booked we are having a competition. But oh no. They moan they bitch ... it's great in the City.

The kitchen nears completion. I'll be sure to stick a few pics up once it is.

Oh and I missed teh Apprentice, and Syed got booted off. I'll just have to remember to watch next Tuesday, or invest in Sky Plus.

My tune of the day: Friends From Rio - Vera Cruz

Professionals ...

I've just been sent this. It's surprising how crap some footballers actually are. This reminds me of Jeff at his best. Although Jeff would have done it from 30 yards.

Then again you could watch this. It's Ice Hockey, and it doesn't look like much at first glance, but watch it in slow mo ... I hope this is what Graeme will be up to now.

I bumped in to Al McDowall this mroning. It's definately a few years since I saw him, he looks exactly the same.

There were a plethora of wheely bags on the train this morning. It seems people must be going away for the Bank Holiday weekend. I've just realised that the Boat party is usually this weekend. But Orrins put it back to the end of May bank holiday. I could have done with a blow out this weekend.

It's Tedmundos birthday on Saturday and so a meal before the Blackburn game is in hand. It's the last home game of the season, and I would have to say what a season it's been. NOT!!!!

My tune of the day: Direct Me - Reese Project

Blogger, blogger, blogger

Well there you go. It's never easy doing this stuff. I tried to load yesterdays up, but couldn't do it until this morning, and now I'm having difficulty loading todays up. It must be all those bloggers, blogging all at once.

I had one of them journeys today. Quite packed, then some muppett kept yawning, but not putting his hand over his mouth. If he breathed out stale air once he did it ten times. It's all about manners. There was the obligatory bag on the inside seat man on the train as well, and he was given a short, sharp reality check when a 20 stoner sat next to him. The look on his face was a picture.

It's May bank holiday on Monday and I'm still wearing a scarf to work. It's damn cold in the mornings. It's been wet as well today, with a dampness in the air. Roll on Southport.

Hopefully the kitchen is in the middle of being decorated. I've only been waiting 3 weeks to get it done. Don't ask your mates to do it!!!! I just hope the turquoise is to my liking.

My tip of the day is try some wild rice ... It's actually quite good.

My tune of the day: Tears/How Long - Frankie Knuckles & Satoshi Tomiie/Essence

Run rabbit ...

I only have admiration for the peeps that do the London marathon. I would have to say wild dogs would not drag me round that course. 26 point something miles ... that's why buses were invented. I would say however, that I think a lot of people were stupid in allowing Jade Goody to start and run as far as she did. Then again maybe they had their own agendas.

So the last 10 game syndrome has finally started down at the Valley. Some stupid sods would have paid to go to the Reebok, including Vince no doubt. I was there last season when we got stuffed, so I wasn't going to put myself through that again.

West Ham got to the Cup Final. It just goes to show what you can do with average players, and reiterates what a shower of shite we really are. If Alan Curbishley can be England Manager so can I. The difficulty is deciding that Thomas Myhre is playing badly. He let that freekick in against Boro, threw the ball in against Bolton, give Anderson the last two games. What was the point in playing Perry aginst Bolton? We all know how they play, so we should have played Fortune. There's no point in bleeting about it after the event.

The new Doctor Who!!!!! It's absolute crap. It's not even funny now, and the gay wolf on Saturday was lame in it's entirety.

I've had a day from hell at work today. The realisation that you are dealing with idiots brings it home to you.

My tune of the day: Bring Me Love - Copyright & Imaani

Keys

Why do blokes wear bunches of keys hanging from their trousers?

Oh and wear a mobile phone clipped onto their belts?

My tune of the day: The Harder they come - Jimmy Cliff

Pearls of wisdom

Page three of the Sun .... not just your 18 year old set of large mamaries. Oh no ... this morning we are greeted by the headline "Hal: My hell as a black" It goes on to say how Halle Berry has told how she wanted to be cured of being black when she was a child. She wished a pill could have turned her white. Right then ... where do I start? Who do you think Halle told this little insight to? A Sun reporter? I doubt it. Looking deeper into it, why would a little black gal in the 60's think like that? Not so much as civil unrest as keeping the black man down. They're doing it now with the the local elections. Where are the Panthers when I need to vote?

What a difference a week makes eh??? Viduka and Southgate are out of Boros UEFA Cup Semi tonight. Couldn't have been last week could it.

I'm still bunged up with this Man Cold. I'm still sweating and sniffling.

So I caught some of the Arsenal game. Why comes to mind?

Oh ... I'm attending a research workshop on ebay this evening. How I get myself into this stuff is beyond me. But it looks like 3 hours of talking about Ebay. I think they will require negaitive vibes about the site. Apart from the odd schyster I have to agree with Jammybob about there being too much stuff on there. There's only so many odd socks one man can purchase.

My tune of the day: Sleep Walk - Joe & Everyday People

Good idea

Home alone. I had the day off work today, my first sick day in about 5 years. I knew I was onto a loser when I fell asleep on the 5:54 from Cannon Street last night.

I'm Lemsipped up to the max.

Now I read Jimmineees comment about a summer barbaque and garden clearing party .... now that sounds like a good idea .... watch this space.

My tune of the day: Cadillac - Raheem DeVaughan

Summer cold ...

I'm sitting here shivering, sweating and feeling down right horrid. I've taken Beechams, Lemsip, Nurofen ... but so what. I'm eating fruit but want a curry. Summer colds, not big and not bleedin clever.

I was going on a 3 week fitness frenzy starting today but this cold has put paid to that. TBC will have to wait.

Luckily I didn't venture to Foolham on Saturday. It was a right ol dinddong according to SirJimminnyBibblebob. The Pompey game wasn't much better but at least we won. Isn't that the bee all and end all? With a bit of skilly la thrown in. Oh maybe it's just me then.

I had a lovely afternoon over Tottenham way on Friday. Lunch/ dinner with some friends ... Asparagus Fritatas, Salmon and fennel, Chocolate and Pear tart ... rock on. It's funny the old entertaining malarky .... I should do it a bit more often as well.

My tune of the day: Ble Black Jack w/ Shuggie Otis -Mos Def

Oh well

There it goes for another year. At least I'll have the Cup Final weekend to weed my garden, and not have to traipse up to Brum on a Sunday evening.

It was a bit of a weird day. A 1950's train (although we did get into the VIP big seats on the way up there), Ted and Emilys first Northern away game, a feeble team performance (not surprising) and Kings X as dead as a doodoo at 2:30 in the morning.

With regards to Jonathan Spector, what is the point. He won't get a game for Man U and shouldn't get a game for Charlton. He is what you call in the trade, crap. Without being disrespectfull he doesnt bring anything to the table, he's slow, labourious, tactically inept ... and that's in the warm up.

You know what ...

My tune of the day: Dreamer - Nikki Lawrence

It's a long day

Up at 6:30 to drive over to Charlton ... just in case. I left the car over there so when I get the coach back from Kings X, I can jump in and go home as oppossed to trying to hail a cab. There will be 800 people crammed into Valley Cabs at 4 oclock in the morning. Not a pretty sight.

To answer the questions ... yes 27, yes Tupac ... and yes the tourists in Barca had big rucksacks and yawned with their mouths open. What that's all about I do not know?

I suppose one mans yawn is another mans stifle. One mans rucksack is anothers holiday. But do you have to do it on my train ... in my face?????

I was upgraded to Business Class on the return from Barca. Redirected as well from Heathrow to Gatwick. My brother now tells me that I should have received about a hundred notes in compo. Blimey, the things you find out.

Chantelle and Preston are getting married. Move on.

My tune of the day: Hold yourhead up high - Inaya Day

THAT GRIND STONE

Right ... it's pishing down with rain, it's cold and I'm 27. Happy days.

3 days in Barcelona isn't exactly enough time. I got to do the Gaudi and Picasso stuff ... saw the Camp Nou (disappointed) sat on the beach, had a look in Zara home, and drank loads of Sangria. Thre was still a long list of places and things I wanted to see, so I'll have to go back. Luckily I didnt have to go on a tourist bus, bloody tourists.

It's the Boro match tomorrow. It's a 12:30 meet to catch the football special. With it being a football special it will have crap facilities. I can see it now. No sandwiches, or water ... being held outside Darlington as they turn the track around. At least the journey home will be good ... **shakes his head**.

It's easter weekend. I have a lunch at Keeleys Friday, and then a long relaxing weekend. I hope you have a good one.

My tune of the day: Loyal to the game - tUPAC

Sunny holiday

I'll be leaving on a jet plane in a few hours .... well a small version of one anyway. My first time on mainland Spain. I don't count Ibiza and Tennerife.

I had the lamb chops last night although they are repeating somewhat.

I'm missing the Everton game so hoping I get a good text Saturday afternoon!!!!

Won't be waiting around though ....

My tune of the day: Sandcastles - Dennis Ferrer and Jerome Sydenham

Happy Birthday

This one was down to the boss. A nice strawberry tart from M&S.

Get down ...















27, I can't believe it ... time flies. I actually got some Euros to spend in Barca and a hammock this morning. All I need now is two trees.

The sun is shinning, horray. I'm having lamb chops tonight from Lahores.

My tune of the day: Stomp - Rosie Gaines

The Gym

It's a strange old thing. I'm back into the swing of it right now, and enjoyed an hour of Body Attack this lunchtime. It was Body Max yesterday and TBC on Monday. I'll get there eventually when I stop eating crisps.

However it does surprise me the amount of people who go but don't really put the work in. Half way through the Body Max class as I'm trying to keep the bicep reps going I noticed two women chatting away. They were curling the exquivalent of an envelope, no sweat no tears ... what's the point. Today as I walked towards my class I notice three women sitting on the excercise bikes. Each of them reading a paper!!!!! All that was missing was the berret a basket and a french stick. If you go to the gym work it. That's the whole point.

It's good to get back in the groove after a few months off just before Christmas, but I think I need to actually slow down a wee bit. Maybe do 4 days instead of 5. Just thinking out loud.

I've just booked the train and plane up to Southport in May. Hopefully the weather will be good. There's a Chuff Chuff in Blackpool on the Sunday night. Nuff said.

My tune of the day: Over and over - Sylvester

Twenty two years ...

Can you believe I was 5 when the greatest Soul Singer EVER was shot dead!!!!!!! Time does indeed fly. It's dawned on me that you are a long time dead .... so enjoy life, infact Choose Life.

I'm looking forward to Barcelona on Friday. It's hotter than it is here ... so I may have to take flip-flops. I want to see this.

It's Bibbobs birthday today, he's lost 3 stone in 7 months by eating cabbage. I don't want any of his birthday cake.

It seems like Don from the cricket club got married. Congratulations are in order there, but I'm not sure when you know that this would be the "one"!!!!!

I'm also looking to go to Lahores on Thursday. I did consider Tayyabs but Mush said Lahores has better starters. The lamb chops are exquisit.

Blimey, I've just had a text to say the Boro match is a sellout. Unbelievable that on a Wednesday night 5000 of us will be let down ooop North.

My tune of the day: Ain't nothing like the real thing - Marvin Gaye 

High ho ...

I'd like to give a big shout out to Smudge who got me a ticket for the free train this morning. Operation Riverside is in full effect. It's turned into a 4 hour dry train journey though, which could be a bind. Oh well, a book of crosswords and a Sony Walkman will help.

After paying 30 notes for the shite at West Ham yesterday I nearly knocked Boro on the head. It was total pants and both Big Bent and Inspector Spector were inept. I just feel sorry for Little Bent who can't do it all himself. It was fun to see Konchesky try and give it in a sort of "I don't care" sort of way but he is quoted as the Chicken Run quickly drowned them out!!!!! I must of missed that bit. I remember when the est Ham Chicken Run was full of bald balloon heads. Yesterday it was full of puss from spotty herberts.

I watched Bullet Boy over the weekend. Quick a dark, harrowing film made within the BBC remit. It was better than I thought it would be. It's another that I would recommend.

Ended up in Pizza Express on Saturday afternoon. That was after finding a parking space. I always forget how overly priced their food is, that is until the bill turns up.

It's now only 4 days until a trip to Barcelona. In fact this will be my first ever trip to Spain, taking away the Canary Islands. I'm practicing my "Holas".

My tune of the day: Holiday - Roy Ayres

Chinese Phone book?????? 

Operation Riverside .....

Come on then, let's be having you. I'm sure Delia got in there first but come on, there's no excuse. A free trip up to Boro providede by the club. We've got to take 5000, just got to. Just think, how many travel blankets will that be? Trains, planes and automobiles have been sourced for what could be argued is one of the biggest Charlton games of a generation. In the Cup anyway.

I ended up watching Question Time last night and very strange it was to. It was from Moscow and had a plethora of Moscovites discussing things that weren't really relevant to me. Well I dont think they were relevant to me, but hey.

Eastenders last night, what a roller coaster ride. Should be good family viewing tonight.

Over to Wet Sham on Sunday. Let's hope the Blackwall Tunnel is working.

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

Another day in Paradise

It's been another busy day. No rest for the wicked.

How about that then. Operation Riverside. The mobilisation of 5000 supporters up to Teeside for the Cup Replay. It appears the club are putting on free coaches/ trains. I'll have to consider it. A coach is a no, no ... but if they can subsidise the train fair ... crack on.

Hopefully I'll be back with something witty later, but I've got a few things to do first.

My tune of the day: Justified Love - Arnold Jarvis

April Showers

There's a hosepipe ban and it hasn't stopped raining in days. Yes, we need to make up rainfall by having 3 years worth of continual rainfall, but rain is so depressing. Give we crisp clean cold weather any day.

So Arsenal won 2-0 against the Old Lady, I was watching Adopt a Grandad.

News from Peckham about the sighting of an American Robin. No not Jonathan Spector, but the Cousin of our usual Robin Red Breast. The last time one was sighted in the UK it got eaten in Grimsby!!!!!!

It's only Wednesday. It's been a long week.

My tune of the day: Say it again - Little Brother

No time ...

It's been a hectic couple of days. I haven't had the time to do any of my usual thangs. Unfortunately this blog had to suffer, but as JammyBob said on Sunday no one reads it anymore!!!!!

I'm sitting in the Office and the Boss has on "Soft Rock" what the hell is that all about. It's 2006 ... Soft Rock is definitely not HOUSE.

We had a thoroughly enjoyable win on Sunday. Against the Toon 3-1. Yep Parker got abuse ... Lee Bowyer got his name chanted. How times have changed. It's quite strange that the fans have been castigated for their continual chanting at Parker. Two years have elapsed, but this was the first time he's been back. What do people expect. He was always going to get it. Just imagine what will happen when Murphy comes back. And he's not that good.

Uncle Tim put me onto Starpoint Radio last night as Frosty was throwing out shout outs like no tomorrow. It's a proper Radio Station.

I didn't have time for any food at lunch, so it's a big lardy dinner for me.

My tune of the day: Gibralter - Freddie Hubbard

The balls in the hat

I actually enjoyed the match against Boro last night. Whatever the BBC or the Sun say about a bore draw. It was a good match between two well matched teams, with not too many opportunities. If only we could get a striker who could hold the ball up like Viduka we would be laughing. I'm not sure if I want to put myself through a trip ooop North for the replay, but I might. We are ball number 1.

It appears the club have been listening to their customers and are reducing season ticket prices for next season. Mine is going down by £10 but you can now get youth tickets for under £100. Now that's good business.

I didn't comment yesterday on old Alan Shearer, because I was laughing too much. Old Alan wacastigationng Shaun Wright-Phillips for diving and getting Bobby Elliott sent off. Hold on!!!! Is this the same Alan Shearer who spent the first 6 years of his career falling at every opportunity, then the next 6 elbowing anyone within reach? Mopinionon of him changed when he tried to dive over Andy Petterson and win a penalty when we played them in the Cup some years back. What comes around goes round. Alan Shearer went to Newcastle and won nothing. We can always remember that. Teddy Sherringham has more medals, Andrew Cole has more medals as does Dwight, and Ole. Decisions Alan, decisions.

It's raining ... I hate the rain.

It's also Mothers Day on Sunday. Say you love your Mum, it's important.

Oh and you can vote for Sures wildest fan right here.

My tune of the day:Midnight At The Oasis - Brand New Heavies

Busy

It's been a busy day and I don't have time to write anything constructive.

It's FA Cup night, don't hold your breath!!!!

My tune of the day: Can You Find The Heart - Ananda Project

Budget Budget

Plaid Cymru MP Adam Price said there was nothing in the Budget for those living outside London and the South East ...

Strange ...

I was having a look at the archives from two years ago and wondered where the time went? Was up in Newcastle for a game, bought a Zoo York belt. Ho hum ... how times change.

It's the big game tomorrow. I was quite surprised to see how much Brum capitulated last night aginst the Scousers. They look in trouble, and if I was a Pompey fan I'd be quite happy about it.

I've got a bit of a throbbing head today. A few too many B52's and Vodka shots. Every now and again.

It's the Apprentice agin tonight. It gets better and better. Quality TV on a Wednesday evening. I missed Whistleblower last night and their take on Estate Agents.

England have won the test and drawn the Series. Good old Monty.

My tune of the day: Slow it Down - Little Brother

Would you wear Pringle?

There's always people who don't like what you wear and seem contented to either slag you off or try to ridicule you. Some bloke asked Natasha why she was wearing Chinese slippers. He stood there in black shiny ankle swingers with a jumper tucked in. Ironic or just plain stupid? You decide. Is wearing a pringle or Lyle and Scott jumper a play on Ronnie Corbett irony, or a throwback to the style of the 80's. Is facial hair the new mullet? Are drainpipes the new flares? Do you pull your jeans up, or wear them slung low? Do you match colours or mismatch? Do you wear socks with sandals to get a reaction or because you like to? Long hair or short? You can debate this forever, although Jambib has taken to the Italian look with the jacking jacket and sunglasses combo.

My tip for spring is bow-ties.

Why is a footballer who shows a dropped thumb seen as goading the opposition supporters? Come on, it was funny seeing Gallas do that as he trooped off on Sunday. It wasn't a wanka sign or the dreaded V sign (poor old Ricardo Fuller), it was a thumbs down!!!!

My tune of the day: Love Is On The Way - Elements of Life

Dare to dream ...

A very interesting weekend all in. The sun shone, I didn't have to put myself through 90 minutes at the Library. I had a nice stroll alone Lancing Beach and got to see little India for the first time.

It could have been much worst. After 9 months my Mum was being taken into Hospital to have some cysts removed from her Liver. I said I'd take her in, but it was 7 o'clock on Saturday morning. So I went down Friday night as I didn't fancy the drive at 5 in the morning. What do I know? She had to call at 6 to make sure there was a bed!!!!! The NHS rocks. Anyway they had a bed, the sun shone and we got to Worthing Hospital at 6:55. We checked in, I pulled my hat down low and shut my eyes. About 15 minutes later they called my Mum in. Happy days I thought, as I had expected a good 3 hour wait before anything happened. 10 minutes later she was back out a gaunt look on her face. They aren't going to do the op today ... she said. It appeared that in the 9 months wait, they had forgotten to do a full scan, and the registrar said that they couldn't just go blindly in without checkingon the actual position of the cysts. That seems straight forward to me, but strange that no one had mentioned it earlier. He also said that as her blood pressure was high there may be a chance of a stroke if they did an operation. Get in there. At least he knew what he was on about. It's just annoying that after a 9 month wait for such an op, she's now no better off than she was last week. Nothing has been arranged and she's still in pain.

At least I got to see Leighs little India. It's strange seeing someone you've known for years have a little baby. But it must come to us all.

Not much news on the Charlton front, apart from they were shite at Arsenal. Of course that's what I've read. There was another lot of the "wrong fans" got the tickets. It seems like the sidddaaaannn brigade were out in force and they just sat there moaning at the get up and shout brigade who tried to get up and shout. You could say it's always been like that, and I would but the argument is why can't it change. The words on the Pink Oboe list is that they should use smart technology to make sure people who hve gone to Boro on a Sunday get priority to these tickets. I have to agree here, but as I always say ... what do I know?

It's the definative week for Charlton this week ... I can't even think about it.

My tune of the day: I Don't Want You Anymore - Muthafunkaz & Marc Evans

Spring has sprung ...

Seen in Aldgate this lunchtime, even though it's minus 10.












So I don't need glasses!!! That's what the optician told me this morning. My eyes have an intollerance to the lenses. Have you ever heard anything so wrong? An intolerance to the lenses!!! Sounds like I was sold a dummy and then when I complained they backtracked. Dicing with your health. I don't trust dentists, opticians or traffic wardens. I've got to wait 28 days for the refund though.

The Mighty Ducks, ermmm ... I mean Addicks are a Highbury this weekend. A chance for us to get rained on, spat on, shat on. I might find a corner of the Tate Modern and watch paint dry.

I've been glued to the Commonwealth Games. The Isle of Man won a Bronze in the shooting just pipping the Isle of Dogs.

My tune of the day: Ride on Time - Black Box 

What could be worst?

Than this drug testing malarky. I presume if you're strapped for cash you'll do something like this, there was £2k in it ... but who's going to volunteer now. It appeares that after being injected they ended up looking like the Elephant Man.

I caught an episode of the Apprentice last night. Now that was quality entertainment. The boys team led by Alexa were completely hopeless as they bought 90 pizza bases and topping for 500 pizzas. They ordered 100 chickens and then hoped that people would buy Chicken Tikka Pizza!!!!! The most surprising thing was how bad Alexa actually was. If you look at her profile it says that Cambridge University educated Alexa is one of the younger Apprentice candidates at 28. Twenty Eight, she came across as about 16. She even says "I'm not one of those people who really cares a lot what people think of me." Well after watching the show last night I think you should be. It's quite interesting that in most of the contestants they have egotistical, inept, wannabee contestants. Slightly higher up the food chain that Big Brother but only slightly. It's interesting to see how they try to get them to work as teams when they all know that there is only one job on offer. That doesn't work to start with. They are all at each others throats, bickering about the slightest thing. But hey it makes great TV.

It's still absolutely freezing out. Cricket nets again on Saturday!!!!!

My tune of the day: My Heart Belongs To You - Melba Moore


Explaining why she wanted to be on the show, she says: "I want to be The Apprentice because I think it’s the ultimate business opportunity. Working with Sir Alan and seeing how he operates would be great. I think I could learn an awful lot from him."
Alexa has been a 'go-getter' since she was at school. She was MD of a Young Enterprise company while still doing her A levels, at university she got a summer job working for an investment bank in New York and her first job after graduating was as a fast-track consultant with Ernst & Young's consulting arm which is now called CapGemini Consulting.

The price of success ...

So Peter Varney has issued a rallying cry. Support us into the semis he says, as only 20 thousand tickets have been sold. Well I think that's quite good with over a week left. You know how apathetic people are especially with the match on TV, with the last few lackadaisical displays and how damn cold it has been. There's also been a run on matches recently, the Toon, Liverpool and Arsenal away all add up. We've got Wet Sham and Foolham to come and it all costs money. Saying that, this is the first Home Sixth round tie in my lifetime, and arguably the biggest Home FA Cup match since the replay with Bristol City back in the day. I remember that because I was unable to get a ticket, but remember listening to updates on the radio. I would think that may have been the last home game I wanted to attend that I couldn't as oppossed to not being arsed.

It could be an interesting night, and could be a defining match in our season, then again it might be a damp squib. I hope there's a slight mist in the air and it's a bit like the Ipswich Play-Off match in 98. Now that was an atmosphere.

After trying glasses for 4 weeks I think I've been had over. The damn things just give me a headache, and don't improve my eyesight. I think I need to go see the Optician again and see what he has to say. I wouldn't hold my breath though.

I'm also sure I'm not really cut out for Commuting. Why do people who are seated want to be the first people off the train as it comes into the final station? People get up, push past you and stand two inches from the door. Chill. Or get an earlier train.

My tune of the day: Let The Drums Speak - Bah Samba & The Fatback Band

Summertime special

I've actually been monitoring this petrolprices website to see how much petrol can be bought for in SE13. It's quite interesting that there are 245 petrol stations within 10 miles, with the Highest price in the area being 95p, the average price in the area being 89.5p, and the lowest price being 85p. The actual cheapest is the Shell/sainsburys in Forest Hill although there is the Esso Foxbeery Service Station which is nearesr and just 1.8p difference. So tell me, when does it become so important that you will drive 3 miles to save a few pence on a litre of petrol? If it was that important I'd go to the Esso Croydon Express which is only 6.66 miles away!!!!!

I see the Charlton reserves got turned oiver by Coventry last night. A team with Andersen, Youga, Ashton, Sankofa, Sorondo, Ricketts, Rommedahl, Varney, Jeffers, Brandao and Sam should be doing better? Shouldn't they? Maybe we should breed better 8 year olds.

I sat in traffic last night waiting for the Blackwell Tunnell to reopen. At around 19:15 something broke down and we didn't move again until 21:00. Talk about frustrating.

My tune of the day: Need You Now - Soul Central

The wood for the trees ...

I was still shaking my head as I left the Valley yesterday. A fairly tame affair turned on it's head by one Darren Bent. If we didn't have Mr Bent but had, er ... John Stead instead (lol) then where would we be. The facts are that we tried to sign Big Jon before we signed Darren. Maybe because he had had Premiership experience. It beggars belief. Vidukas goal was a corker in itself and will warn nus what to expect come the Cup match. For a fat bloke I do like Viduka, and some of our forwards could learn a thing on holding the ball up. But then again maybe not.

I had another chat with Bibblybob about this Charlton academy thing. It grates me more and more that because the club have built a nice club house they automatically think kids will sign for them. Even though they don't have a presence. They are too busy sponsoring the North Kent League to worry about the League on their own doorstep. If Ronaldinho had been born in Harvey Gardens he would most probably be at Millwalls academy because the Charlton scouts are all down in Stroud. I don't get it.

I tried to bring these points up on the Pink Oboe list but they are more interested in the Police not attending when a cars window gets smashed when they park on an industrial estate. Have the police ever attended a smashed window? They didn't attend when the Mini got the petrol cap busted and petrol syphaned. They didn't attend when the mini got shunted in the front, when the Metro had the windscreen stolen, when the Metro had two wheels stolen or the boot caved in. In general it seems strange that you would want the Police to attend such matters.

It seems Welling are throwing their playoff chances away. They drew with Maidenhead on Saturday after conceding a 93rd minute equaliser, lost to then bottom Carshalton a few weeks ago and drew with bottom Newport a week or so before that.

I picked up a copy of the Daily Mail off the train today. It's scarey that they can still print some of the stuff they do, and even scarier that people buy it.

It was interesting watching people watch the rugby yesterday. England took a hell of a beating and peoples interests began to diminish. Could rugger be on its way out?

My tune of the day: Son Of Raw - Dennis Ferrer

Bow ties and briefcases ...

I'm still having problems tying a bow tie. I've googled it until I'm blue in the face, but at the moment I'm getting the boss to tie it for me. Half an hours practice tonight whilst watching My name is Earl.

Question Time last night was one of them shows. I'm sure people don't listen to the question before they go rambling on. Three times I found myself shouting at the TV.

We are due snow this weekend, and it's the first net session of the season. I'll be looking out of the window at 10:00 to see if the sun shines before I make my mind up. Outdoor cricket nets, you definitely are having a laugh.

I was looking at Netaddicks and Smudge said "Friday night, out with the boys or girls, playing pool before moving on to a club". Do people play pool before moving onto a club? What club are we talking here? Flicks/ Zens, that one in Swanley, the Venue, or something more underground!!! Maybe I've missed out, I used to do a few bars and then do a club. Do you have to wear trousers in this club? Can you do magic tricks in the club? I think these questions need to be answered.

My tune of the day: Chance To Dance - Mahogany

Direct Debit or Standing Order

What's the difference between the two? Isn't it something to do with how much I am willing to pay as opposed to how much the bank or whoever can take!!! I may be wrong. The reason I ask, is that the only Standing Order I have left is to Charltons Valley Gold scheme. The reason behind Valley Gold, was to enable the club to fund the youth setup and as they say unearthing the talents of tomorrow!!!! So how comes none of the talent coming through, is actually up to scratch? Could that be something to do with the players being attracted, the coaching setup/ staff, the facilities, the money being offered to players, or even that it's a complete waste of time, effort and money and we should just throw in the towel. Wouldn't it be easier to buy up the best 17 - 20 year olds in the lower leagues, loan them back out or play them in the reserves for a year. That way we wouldn't have to waist time in scouting youth players, training them, building nice huts for them to change in, or getting the supporters hopes up come FA Youth Cup time. Surely players like James Walker, Myles Weston and Alistair John would be best off somewhere else. Just look at how Lloyd Sam has been treated. These are players who are up their with the best in their age group. But they aren't good enough for Charlton!!!! That makes a hell of a lot of sense, but then again I may have an axe to grind!!!!!

It's quite infuriating when people don't read your emails correctly, or indeed choose not to read what you are saying.

I had mentioned on the Pink Oboe list yesterday the fact that PurpleSprouting JimBob had been coaching the Junior Reds under 8's, but no Charlton scout had been to see any off their Under 8 matches, and that only a handful of players had been signed up for the Charlton Academies Under 9's where as Millwall, Chelsea and West Ham had signed up all the best players from that League into their academies. I had made the point that if you are in the business of setting up an Under 9's team surely you want top have the best players available, whether they turn out to be shite at 11 or too small at 16. You've got to be in it to win it. I was told the facilities for the Charlton Academies were tremendous, they get loads of free kit and that SprinklyBob had that Axe to grind. Well you can't give Cooksley a SS and expect him to bat like Flintoff, or gice Gerry a new set of clubs and expect him to be the new Tiger Woods. But you can give them to an 8 year old who has shown aptitude and try to develop him as a player. Surely the sooner the better. Maybe I'm living a romantic existence? No, maybe I'm a realist.

On another sort of sour note, the club have announced that Tony Christie will be performing his hit ... (Is This The Way To) Amarillo? during the Boro Cup Match in a few weeks. Blimey, you could hear the collective sigh throughout the whole of the South East. Is this really what we should expect, or even want!!!??? Is there a reason behind it? It's all to do with last years end of season draw with the Palarse when Charlton fans were singing it in the Avenues And Alleyways of SE7. However it's now gone beyond a joke and this stunt maybe the straw that will break the camels back. We need to get some reality back into the equation.

My tune of the day: Awade - Joe Claussell

What Chelsea need

So what was that all about? Chelsea, you know the team that have spent millions on their squad huffed and puffed last night and would have had trouble beating an egg let alone Barca. They just didn't go for it. Even with 20 minutes left, they needed two goals but nothing. If Drogba is worth £24 million I must be worth a couple myself. Oh well ... they can go out and buy Henry in the summer or maybe a Dyson if they want to splash the cash.

Wellings game at Farnborough was postponed. Hmmmph.

I watched a repeat of the Apprentice from last week. Jesus H. Where did they get these people from?

I got on the train this morning and was confronted by someone with their bag on the seat next to them and their feet on the seat in front of them. What's that all about? At what point do you get on a train and put your feet on the seats? It actually passes me by.

Another thing that amazed me was this Vicar who quite over not being able to forgive her daughters killer. She says she cannot forgive the bombers in the 7/7catastrophy. The "Sun" says millions of "us" will share her rage. Hold on a minute. Millions of us aren't practicing Christians!!!! I thought that at the heart of Christianity you had to forgive. Isn't that what Jesus said, "Forgive them father for they know what they do" Does that mean she wass taking all her parishioners for a ride. Everything she ever said was a lie. She's as much a Christian as Kev is ...

My tune of the day: Good Life - Inner City

Before it passes me by, this was the sign I saw in Greenwich on Sunday. It was in a shop window. Ten grand for the return of a dog called Natasha!!!! Now that gives me a few ideas.

Yeah right, after all these years they say that Nessie was an elephant swimming in the lock. Surely they would have seen it go in and come out?

My latest ebay purchase turned up yesterday. The fluorescent Barcelona away top for a tenner from Bangkok. I will be wearing it tonight as I sit down to see Chelsea get blown out the water. It's going to be Messi.

Another mediocre midfielder is on his way out. Alexi Smertin is going back home. Bye bye Smerts. Oh and Welling are away at Farnborough this evening. Good luck to them I say.

My tune of the day: Till You Take My Love - Harvey Mason

Madge, Madge over here

Was the first thing I heard as I turned the TV on this morning. It was Oscars Night last night and we had both terrestrial channels trying to get a word with the "stars" as they entered the Vanity Fair after party. They were after a word with our Madge, or Madonna. What she has to do with the Oscars no one knows, well I don't anyway.

I went for lunch at the new Rivington Bar and Grill yesterday. It was a nice experience, the sun was shinning there weren't many in, the food was nice. I say nice, it was that but it wasn't stunning, outstanding or anything out of the ordinary. I had a mutton and turnip pie, mash and carrots, and a bakewell tart that came with a slither of ice cream. I would say you'd get more ice cream in my restaurant. Some peoples people skills do lead a lot to the imagination though. Right opposite me sat a bloke and his girlfriend/ wife/ partner. He read a Sunday broadsheet she stared into space. What's that all about?

I did get to watch Liverpool v Charlton on Saturday evening. I have to say although not overly enjoyable as a randon game of football, it was good to see Liverpool huff and puff and not able to blow the door down. This isn't about entertainment you know ... it's a business!!!!

It was crap though wasnt't it? With a capital CRAP!!!!

I went back to the opticians on saturday. I demanded a recount. I don't need glasses. Everytime I wear them I get a headache. That can't be right. I'm in discussions with them ...

A general question!!! What do people know about Jimmy Saville? Bibbib Bob told me a few stories on Saturday. I can't believe that.

My tune of the day: Doing My Own Thing - Kid Creme

Will he or won't he ....

It was an interesting Question Time last night. The usual protagonists, a Tory, a Labour a Lib Dem ... then the motley crew made up by commentators, authors and people like Will Self. The self styled Grumpy Old Man foams at the mouth as he spits his rubbish. He ghosts from one view to an opposite view, enjoying belittling his peers. He was joined in this by Sir Nicholas Winterton who sat there like old father time.

Unfortunately Question Time is only on for an hour. It needs to be double this and needs to be on earlier. You always find yourself half asleep. Maybe that's my problem!!!!

There's more discontent in the ranks. Luke Young has fired a broadside and appears to want out. This is the same Luke Young who came to Charlton from the Spudz as a bit part player, took3 years to actually settle down and look accomplished and now wants out. All a load of ballyhoo you might say. But then again ... Wyn Grant says he has been contacted by someone who has what, on the face of it, looks like quite convincing corroborative evidence that the Charlton captain will indeed be going to the Spudz in the summer. He was even able to provide the salary that Luke earns now and claimed that it would be doubled when he returned to White Hart Lane. Allllriteeee then. Lukes following Dandy Murphy out to Chadwell Heath. Good luck to you Luke, you'll definitely need the force there. Is it me or am I the only one that thinks Luke Young is overrated!!!! He's got no real footballing ability, has trouble really getting up and down the line and if we go buy a half decent full back will have no problem replacing him. The main problem is that he cost £4million quid. I know it's unbelievable. How much could we get for him now? £2 mill at a push?

Isn't it good when you go home of an evening and it's still light? Roll on putting the clocks back.

I've bought myself some bow ties. It's not easy tying the damn things, even after I'd trawled the net for clues in how to do it. Make a bow here, flip that under there ... I should have got one on elastic.

There's still a hell of a lot of people who yawn without putting their hand over their mouth.

My tune of the day: Down for Double - Cubie Burke

Footballs coming home ....

So they sang, as Rio, David, Stevie and the likes strutted around last night. They played at one tempo, didn't pass to players in better positions and genarally moaned at the ref. Backham twatted a player from behind then said he'd slipped, Rooney spat his bile all around the pitch and poor old Benty was left to his own devises. Shame your not from Trinidad Benty.

I missed the Apprentice watching that shower last night. Alan Sugar makes me laugh ... his PE teacher told him he wouldn't amount to much, seems like he was right.

Oh the crickets on in India. Half the team have cried off ... Delhi Belly???

My tune of the day: Livin too Fast - Vera Brown

Park View Cold ...

Blimey, how cold was it last night. Not for me I was wrapped up warm ... but the poor sods from Welling and Histon who served up the most uninspiring game of football since Charlton played Villa.

Luckily I only paid £5.

An interesting thread on Netaddicks where Suzi Sausage went to Italy for the Rome/ Lazio Derby. It seems she was impressed by the "passion" of the supporters. A bit of flag waving, booing, whistling doesn't really rock my world ... but hey. It's funny when someone goes to watch football in another country and gets blown away with a different experience. It's the same with everyone, but you can't compare the two. Going to Brazil to watch Flamengo is different from going to watch Charlton, as is going to Rome to watch Lazio/ Roma, as is going to watch Chievo against Bologna. Football means different things to different people. If you wanted passion you should go to Welling against Weymouth!!!!

It's snowing and Benty makes his England debut tonight. Don't miss it ...

My tune of the day: Lift Every Voice - Mass Order

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