In for a shoeing ....

Well the old Netaddicks board took a bit of a leathering yesterday from those crazy, mixed up Baggies fans. I found it quite interesting that they think anyone is actually bothered about them, the tin pot outfit that they are. On my part, I have a confession surrounding Bromwich of the West, that I was for a short period of time a member of their London Supporters Club. It was back in the 80's when they had the Three Degrees (sic!!!) playing for them and Kaiser Atkinson at the helm. It was a moment, a moment of madness, I had my day in the Sun when I went to the Library to see them lose an FA Cup Semi Final against QPR. Never again I though, how right I was.

It just dawned on me that it's Easter next week. That means Chocolate and Hot Cross Buns. It also means the Faith Party on Thursday night. A quality night of Jacking, and two stepping ... oh how I love Spring.

It was St Patricks Day yesterday. I don't understand the fixation myself. I went into a Pub in Lewisham that was full of people drinking Guiness, and not an Irishman in sight. I don't get it.

Anyway, we are short of a referee for the CIA FC vs West Ham match tomorrow. So if anyone is interested, or can help out, or knows a man ... let me know.

Any tips for the Gold Cup, yeah keep your money in your pocket. It's not a real gold cup, it's pure bling.

Oh and it's the Champions League draw today. Bothered? I thought NOT!!!!

I read today that drinking Cold water is better for you than drinking water at room temperature. This is because the body has to warm the water up which in turn burns calories. What a load of old baloney!!

My tune of the day: Dancer - Kemdi

Thank you very much ...

Well as Delia would have said ... "Let's be 'avin ya!!!"

The Spudz rolled into town, Ossie, Venners, Paul 'Spitting' Miller, Billy Nick, Alf Garnett - well you know he's a Spud, Chas, Dave and the other bloke on the drums, Glen and Eileen, Norman Jay, Duncan from Blue, er no I mean Duncan from Bethnal Green, even Mrs Defoe ... was she in Spiderman??? Anyway your boys took one hell of a beating.

I say one hell of a beating but if Charlton had not put a man on the post and Spudz had then it would have been 1-1. See it's all about the little things, and I don't mean Everests weener!!!

I do look forward to the Spudz games. Given that I was born in Hackney and lived for the first four years of my life in Seven Sisters, my Mum says I should be living the Totting-ham dream. I say thanks, but no thanks. I quite like the fact that I am a South Londoner, no hang on I bleedin' love it. Oh and Chrystal Paralasis aren't in South London, they are in Surrey ...!!!

It seems like Spring has definately sprung, so it's about time I started wearing those pastel colours I've been stocking up on. A couple of nice pink jackets, baby blue shirts, and white boots. I've got the look going on, I really do.

Right, the budget. What's that all about? Stamp Duty!!! Help for familes, what about us sad lonely gits who have no family, no friends and no life. No, I'm not talking about Kev I was just summising.

Keep up will you.

News just in is that Justin/ Bern/ Batnie has retired from CIA FC. He is taking time to concentrate on his film making career and his 5 a side family. You will be missed ...

My tune of the day: Jazz Beats - Stephane Malca

It's a lovely day for a moon dance ...

Or for giving the garage £600 for fixing your car. Anyway I've got it back, and it seems as sluggish and cumbersome as ever. I did want them to talk me through what I had paid the money for, but they were shutting up when I got there and it was a case of hand over the money there's the car .. see ya!!! Supposedly they did some welding, fitted a new tyre, completed a service, blah, blah ... blah, and then sent it off to have the CO2 emitions checked. Oh it's only money ... but how comes I feel like I've been mugged????

Anyway a car now means I'll be able to drive over to Charlton tonight. The boys have got a little match against the Spudz, and it's one of them games that always makes me chuckle. We seem to do so well over the Lane but get turned over at home. It's also one of those games where I know some Spudz supporters so dependent on the score I can guarantee some text banter after the final whistle. Come on Charlton it's about time we stepped up to the plate ...

I've been listening to The Kings of Disco CD, a compilation of Disco edits/ mixes by Dimitri from Paris and Joey Negro. Now there are indeed some fuff cuts on this and I would suggest that anyone into knotting up their shirt, putting on some silver eye liner, or someone called Kev, should go out and buy this gem. The CD cover is a bit eye opening as well.

The sun is shinning, it's tee shirt weather, with of course aviator sunglasses. Oh how I love the spring ... in fact it's nearly time for the return of the rosettes. One day they will be mine.

My tune of the day: Roll the joint - Master Boogie Song & Dance

What colour are you wearing?

There are now green bands being produced by the Non League Football Paper to promote Grass roots football, and non swearing at referees etc. This is oppossed to the green ones for the Tsunami Appeal, blue one for the bullying, yellow for cancer, black and white for racism awareness, pink for something else, white for another thing and even red. I'm not sure what the record is for someone wearing wristbands but I've only worn the yellow one. I wore it to show support for Lance Armstrong, given the fact that he overcame cancer to go back on his bike and win the Tour de France. I don't think that I need to wear a racism awareness one, it should be second nature ... I say should be, or a bullying one, although I understand what they are trying to say. I just have the feeling that we've overdone wristbands ... I think this is the summer of chains!!!

Right, it's football tomorrow and the word in all the papers is that Charlton are still looking to push on towards a European place. Yeah, shhhhh ... whisper it, there are 10 games left and Charlton are looking to push on. I'll believe it when I see it. It ws way back in 1998 that we had the last good run down the home stretch. We had Sasa in goal and Robbo on the wing. What have we got now? Rommedahl and Jeffers ... yippeeee.

Anyway, so what's the odds on Defoe scoring tomorrow ... ???

Oh and the Rail bosses ... who are they anyway? Who ever they are they have given themselves a bonus of £150k, yep £150 thousand pounds. I would like to say gawd help us!!!!

Oh and I've just seen the Orange advert for their 3G phone service. They had the audacity to use the terms Chocolate teapot and inflatable dartboard. It doesn't matter how many 3G phones you've got they are all as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike ...

My tune of the day: Magic - Cevin Fisher

Think ...

News just in regards the passing away of the Female Preacher Lyn Collins. Lyn sang with James Brown back in the day ... and her songs will live on forever ...


RIP

It's all about the papers ...

So our FA conquerors were cruelly dumped out by a 50/50 penalty decision. Some you win some you lose ... just ask Martin Jol. I laughed when I read a posting on Netaddicks this morning ...

Songs that used to be sung but you don't hear any more???

Spurs are on their way to Cardiff.

Never mind, they'll gets what's owing them come Wednesday. I can see it now.

I had one of those weekends. The cars still in the garage, I'm not sure they know what they are doing. So appart from a wander down to Lewisham on Saturday, I spent most of it laying under the quilt watching some dodgy TV. I did watch Troy on Saturday, a rather stupid film but hey you have to be in it to win it. I still managed to buy a few things though, a new pair of Air Force 1's, a Pokia for my phone and a white pair of cowboy boots. The Pokia is quality, I'll post up a pic a bit later. It's a sort of hands kit for your MOBILE PHONE. I would say hands free, but when you see it you'll realise that it's not gonna be hands free.


My new toy ...

Saying that though, I did go down to Bexleyheath on Friday night to check out the Drayman. A pub cum bar that I used to go to years ago when it was called the er, Drayman. I went with some of the East London Crew and Northumberland Heath Cru (sic) but we only lasted 20 minutes. That's another story ...

Oh I've just realised how sad I am. I did that Test the Nation Entertainment thing on Saturday night. I got 73% correct, I need to get out more.

My tune of the day: Come Party - Zero Db

Blondes have more fun

Or so they say. Kevin Keegan is grey and he's not having fun. It seems like good old Kev quite on his stool again before he got the boot. A shame really, but not a surprise.

I mentioned blondes because I spent over 3 hours yesterday having my hair bleached. It still suits me ...

So another football free weekend. It's FA Cup weekend and we got knocked out. Luckily enough we don't have to make a trip to Blackburn, but all things being equal we could have had another quality weekend in Blackpool.

Our last Premier league match was way back against Liverpool. It was 1 Feb, and that seems like a lifetime ago, but anyway we have the Spudz on Wednesday and it already looks like one of them matches.

I'm can't get my head around this travellers debate in all the papers at the moment. I'm sure that if they were on my doorstep I'd have the hump, no I'd know I'd have the hump.

I haven't mentioned it, but I've been watching Comic Relief does Fame Academy this week. I don't understand it really. They have some good singers like Edith and Kim, but Reggie ... whoooosh.

My tune of the day: Everything - John M.Steed ft Gary Mudbone Cooper

Not good enough ....

That's the Arsenal all over. Just not good enough. So why is it every time we play them we treat them like demi gods? Just get at them, kick them, punch them treat them like the North London muppets that they are. Come on you know it makes sense.

Why do people on packed trains pick their bags up by sticking their asses right out? Why when the train is a good one minute outside London Bridge do people sitting want to get up and try and push their way to the door? Why do people insist on reading their papers on packed trains and then rest them on you? Why do people on packed trains stink? Why do birds suddenly appear?

I got a text last night asking me to join a book club. Now is it a good idea? Do I really want to sit around with strangers discussing the finer points of Harry Potter? Yeah, of course I do ... I have too much love to give.

It's my hair day today. A nice three hour or so appointment this afternoon.

My tune of the day: Most precious love - Blaze ft Barbara Tucker

Down in the jungle ...

I've just bought a Safari suit. Now that could be a good outfit for football ... Worldnet!!!!

Elements of Life

How good was that? Louie Vega and the Elements of Life. Louie Vega, Josh Milan, Anané, and Raul Midón. Absolute perfection ... added to Giles Peterson and some V&T's what a night.

I missed the Chelea game, but I'm not that bothered really. It was meant to be good, but sod the lot of them.

An uneventful journey to work today. John Legend on disc, lesser than normal people, all very strange really.

I'm not really down with it at the moment and haven't really got too much to say, so I may have to try and pen something else this afternoon ..!!!

My tune of the day: Let Me Show You Love - Romanthony

Looking good ...

My new jackets ready to wear. So thats what I'm doing, wearing it. Righto ... a picture is attached.


my jacket

It was one of those nights yesterday. Nothing happening, a phone call from Glen moaning about computers. Switch it off and back on again I said.

The journey to work this morning wasn't all that better. Yawning garlic breathe, dandruff, people reading the paper as they walk up the stairs, people getting to the barrier and then deciding to look for their ticket, the entrance at Aldgate East closed til 2006. See, I haven't got that much to moan about really.

The ressies won 5-2 against Derby last night. I haven't been to see them in years, but I may do it when the weather improves. You get to see goals, up and coming players and some £20k a week "Stars" with the strop. What more could you ask for?

As I mentioned it's out to the Jazz Cafe tonight to see Louie Vega. Sod Chelsea and sod Barcelona. They are all welcome to each other, cheating gits. I saw that Deco dive this morning ..

My tune of the day: I'm caught up - Risco Connections

more tea Vicar ....

Your names not down, you're not coming in ....

It was one of those weekends. From rushing around, drinking, watching the beautiful game to lazing around watching Spiddy 2 on DVD, and having a pizza for the first time in months.

I had a few vodka's on Friday night at a bar somewhere in Grays Inn Road. It was a Sound Clash doo with some peeps from Norman Jays forum against some peeps from Giles Petersons forum. It was a bit of a love in, but it was good to have a good chat with some of the old school.

Saturday was a bit strange. An early start out in Putney. The vodka's were still kicking in so I decided on my old favourite, an espresso and accompanying white wine. The wine was a bit ropy, a bit like the football really but it was an interesting day. It was good to see some of the Charlton out and about, even if they were more interested in drinking in the Wetherspoons than the posher establishments. We eventually got a black cab to Secrets on the Finchley Road, but lasted all of 5 minutes when they tried to charge us £11 for a glass of beer.

We eventually got into the West End, but it's now all full of Eastern European Doormen, and Australian rope huggers who don't know what's what. I knew there was a reason I don't go out much in the West End.

I've just remembered that I'm going to the Jazz Cafe tomorrow to see Louie Vega and his band. A nice bit of Latin/ Afro Jazz, all very hands in the air. I can't wait.

Oh and I did watch some of the woman's League Cup Final between Charlton and Arsenal yesterday. Shocking is all I can say.

The cars still in the garage and it's still cold. Roll on Spring it's about time you were sprung.

My tune of the day: Whoopsy Daisy - Jill Scott

Sign of the times ...

Is Simon Jordan the ultimate lad or not? Well according to the article in Loaded (Does anyone still read this shite?) he is the players player, or playa if you will. He smashes up his cars, gambles £50k at a time, goes to Vegas with Ian Wright to go mad and drink themselves to Palookaville (nasty), drops his £15k phone in a gin and tonic and gets mugged for a £70k Franck Muller watch. They say that money maketh the man ... I say bollocks. Is Simon Jordan that much of a mug? Does he actually believe in his importance? He may have money, yes, but style and grace he ain't ... and to add to that he thinks he would have strangled Craig Bellamy with his own tongue, once he'd removed it from his own ass ... some people. Once a Palarse mug ... always a Palarse mug!!!!

I watched that programme on Traffic Wardens last night. Oh what a can of worms. It takes me back to a time when I got a parking ticket on my car for a place I wasn't parked in. You can argue the toss til the cows come home but you are dealing with idiots. There was the bit in the programme last night when a woman had baliffs on her door. It was to do with a van she had sold 2 years previous and had gone to court to prove. She won but it made no difference to the Parking slobs, who just passed her round from pillar to post. You would wouldn't you ...!!!!

I'm looking forward to the Foolham game tomorrow. Weather permitting. I may have to change my outfit though, if it keeps on snowing!!!!

Another week goes by. It's March, a quarter of the year. What's that all about?

Why do people criss cross one another walking down a train platform? They try to duck and dive detween peeps to get another 2 foot ahead. I don't get it, well my foot did this morning when a fat moron tried to cut across me and trod on it. In my nice suede numbers as well ...

My tune of the day: Til I found you - Jasper St Company

Wrap up warm ...

It's going to be a tad chilly ... Put ya coat on

It's cold outside ...

Ain't it just, but at least the sun is shinning and the sky is blue.

Blimey ...

I was reading something about MMR this morning. I have no pickney so it's not generally something I would be bothered with but it all seems rather strange. Did you know that the original sample survey linking MMR with autism was done using 12 children. TWELVE!!!!! Just look at the panic that it has caused. Now a Japanese study, on over 32,000 children has shown that autism increased when the MMR wasn't used and the children had individual injections.

Well that will be that then ... I doubt it.

Deliagate still rumbles on. She said she wasn't pished ... yep go on girl, you tell it like it is.

My tune of the day: Bad - Michael Jackson

It's all too early ...

I was in the office today at 07:40, something to do with a meeting. It's still early doors as I'm eating my porridge but blimey getting up in the winter ain't easy, it's not easy at all. Hats off to all those peeps that have to do it every day.

I watched some of that Sheffield/ Arse game last night. A strange affair but quite enjoyable. It's funny seeing a team actually put the work in against the Arse. It's what Charlton should do, but we believe the hype these days and never perform. Just one of my observations. It was funny to see the ref in the penalty shoot out. He was adamant that a goalkeeper was not going to come off of his line. Even when Almunia saved a pen he made Jagielka take it again. There was nothing wrong with the save, just a ref being bloody minded. We all know how that works, don't we.

It seems like the Charlton are making an effort to go to Foolham on Saturday. All the allocation has been sold and there's another 700 tickets been made available. Thee could be a good turn out. But you just get the feeling don't you? It will be a laugh right up until kick off. Then we'll all be told to "siiiiddddaaannn", and shut up. Been there done that ... I can't really remember the last time we had a good atmosphere at a game. It's always good up at the Toon, but you're so far away it hurts.

There's pics in the paper today of james Beattie having his set to. It's all very strange really that a professional football should get himself in this situation. But then again you've got Pennant and Keane in court on the same day. Too much money? Arrogance? Picked upon? You know where I'm coming from ....

The California Shield law!!!! What's that all about? Martin Bashir is protecting his sources, but that doesn't really add up. The questions asked seem to be ones that needed to be asked.

"How many hours of footage were cut ..?"

"Was he being paid as a correspondent at the trial ...?"

But he doesn't have to answer. Maybe I've missed that one as well.

Mobile phone rings!!! Does it prove what type of person you are? Only if you've got that bloody crazy frog one. Use silent and vibrate, you know it makes sense.

Oh and I see Carlisle's back in the news. Not content with flood, plague and tears it's now all down to a stone sculpture ... "The Cusing Stone". You can't make this stuff up.

My tune of the day: Let the music play - Barry White

Crash, bang .. Wallop

There are those moments when you are watching the TV and it gets bit embarrassing. You have to avert your gaze or actually turn over. Last night there was one of those moments, but I ended up watching it ... just to see if I wasn't dreaming. It was the Delia Smith moments at half time of the Narwich match. It was one of those surreal moments, and I am sure she had been on the cooking sherry. It reminded me of the woman at Palace a few years back when she was ranting and raving at half time. What I say is don't give the woman a microphone. Let them in to watch but please don't let them start showing off. It was quite a moment when Delia blurted out

"Let's 'av it ...!!!!"

I endeded up doing some housework last night, but not all of it, and not as much as I had planned. I did three days of washing up, two loads of washing, hoovered the bathroom ... and cooked myself a nice bit of dinner. I then got waylaid on the computer, you know how it is. Funny things PC's ... funny things.

Can someone explain how Howard Brown, he of the Halifax add has had a waxwork made? Is he really a celeb?

Oh, I had forgotten to mention my new belt arrived on Saturday. This is the belt with an attached LED screen enabling you to type in up to 6 messages. I wore it on Saturday and cobbled together a few classics, but I'm open to offers as to what I should be saying on my belt. Come on peeps, let me know what you would say!!!!

My tune of the day: New Day - Stephanie Cooke

Shhhhhhh ........

I did laugh when I saw Jose Mourinho do that to the Scousers. I'm not a great lover of Jose and/ or Chelsea but it was funny. The thing which is a bit crap is the Police having to get involved. So it's ok for lairy gits to have a pop at someone for 70 minuts but when he gives it back they can't take it.

I nearly went to Boro yesterday. Ok, ok ... I lie. I nearly thought about going. Ok, you've got me I didn't, but it sounds like a good game. Thats another point nearer to 40 so we may be safe soon.

I had one of those weekends. It started with a fe vodkas and a game of football and finished with a few vodkas and the Blackwell tunnell being shut. I saw some parts of Essex that you could only dream off. We even got as far as outside Faces Nigtclub in Gants Hill but decided better off it. Given that I was all Chaved up in my shell suit, that was a good idea. Timbo was down from Blackpool and we had a good time with Mondana and da crew over in Hackney. I drank rather too many strawberry cocktails and got a bit abusive to a rather nice young lady. I never learn do I?????

At some point we ended up in the Ministry, had soem excellent Italian food over in Woodford, watched the Carling Cup in Wanstead and had a drink in Buckhurst Hill. Oh I do get around.

I even had a pizza for breakfast on Sunday!!! How does that work.

CIA FC had a good game against Welling on saturday morning. It ended 2-2, but we were disappointed that we didn't win. I would talk you through my goals, but if I just say top corner, keeper, twenty yards, to beat, you can work it out yourselves.

I've realised that I need to do some housework at the flat. I have junk everywhere. I think tonight has got to be a washing up, ironing frenzy.

My tune of the day: A Wonderful Place - Ultra Nate

Easy does it ...

I was reading last years blog and saw that I was out on the piss with Matt at Revolution in Soho. I remember that night, but it seems longer than a year. That was the night with the guiness. I must be getting old.

It wasn't this cold a year ago ... there was no snow, spring had sprung and football was so much better.

See I live in a dream world, I really do. Supporting Charlton is always the same, disappointment. It was Gillingham in January last year, Leicester in February this. Different month same result.

It could be a good weekend. A party, Ministry ... the boys are out, I may get dressed up ... I have a couple of nice outfits I need to try.

There's quite a lively debate on the pink oboe list about the merits of signing Lee Bowyer. I have my views ...

Oh pics of the snow I took this morning ...

From the back From the front


My tune of the day: I'll give it all i've got - Lenny Fontana Presents Byron Stingily

What goes around ...

I watched some of that Chelsea match last night. Or should I say the Anders Frisk show. It's a funny old game football, we all have our place and unfortunately, or fortunately which ever way you want to look at it Chelsea found that even with the Russians millions they are still a long way down the food chain. A long way down.

Oh Jose, just make sure you have your steel toes on when Barca come down to the Bridge.

It's supposedly the coldest day with the most snow today. But I'm feeling a tad warmer and there isn't a flurry in sight. I won't hold my breathe though as I have to go to Stanstead tomorrow evening in the Mini and I can see it all now.

The CIA FC have another game on Saturday. Over in Eltham against the Welling United boys. They had another good win last night. It seems like Adrians Red and White army are on the climb.

I had one of those journeys this morning. I ease myself onto the 7:48 from Da Green and settle down to listen to a disco mix on the player. As the doors begin to close, Mr Rucksack jumps on, spins round and twats a woman with the said rucksack. She tuts but says nothing. He then decides he wants to get through the train. Given there was no room to swing a rucksack this was going to be fun. So without saying a thank you, please or hows ya father he pushes his way through the packed in peeps. A thwack with a rucksack here a stamp on a foot there. I have to admire some people though, they just get stamped on and say nothing. Not in this universe.

I've just been reading the Charlton email list or the Pink Oboe list as Matt calls it. There's one bloke saying why didn't Barcelonas Lopez sign for Charlton. We were looking at him in the summer. I'll get me coat.

My tune of the day: Portugese love - Teena Maria

Gone in a whiff of smoke ...

It's funny how after our season died it's death on Saturday, the Arsenal did exactly the same last night. Poor old Kolo Toure ... NOT!!!!

The Queen won't go to Charlies wedding. Now that did make me laugh ... she doesn't want to mix with the commoners. How does that work?

It's funny that a few people have commented on my new cropped hair. Some see it as a normal cut, some say it makes me look my 27 years ... some are just glad I got rid of the mop on my head. Well, I think I need to plan for the next cut, or maybe even a colour.

It seems that blazers are de rigour this summer. It's lucky that I've been buying loads off of ebay then isn't it. Also the Faith boys are championing blazers and Kim Jones for a Summer Lad Fag look. Very Kevin Everest ...

My tune of the day: I can't wait - Nu Shooz

Let it snow ...

Blimey, it's nearly March and we finally have a winter. Snow showers and freezing winds are the order of the day, and so is my quilt and a cut of cocoa on the sofa. I had planned to do loads of housework last night, you get the picture ... but ended up doing nothing. Oh well ...

I've just been reading some of the comments on the Charlton mailing list re commitment and John Robinson. Good old John made his debut for Crawley Town last night in a 2-1 victory over Morecambe with a goal and a man of the match performance. Some of the listers are stating that Johnny should still be playing for the Addicks, and some of the current team could learn off of him. That I don't disagree with, but he was playing for Crawley Town. In the Conference ... some people need to get a grip.

It appears my hotmail account has been jacked. I can't get into it, so I've reserrected my old one ... so if anyone talks on Messenger drop me a line and I'll add you. It's a business tool I say ... a business tool.

I received a couple of pics from Lars this morning. A before the game and after the game shot of me ... and a couple of the dressing room.


Before ...........................................................................After ...



My tune of the day: You Don't know - Kierra 'Kiki' Sheard

Ball people ...

Having watched the Burnley v Blackburn game yesterday where the ball people threw a ball back on as soon as one was kicked off, why don't we sort this out. I understand that the club wants to give the little people the job, but they forget why they are there and sit on their little seats leaving the players to get the ball. It must cost us at least 5 minutes in a match.

Come on Curbs sort it out ...

It was one of those days ...

So what have I got to moan about today? Berns love of old Bulgarian cowboy shirts, Kevs blue scarf, the Swedish planespotting club, Grahams change of hat, roadworks on the M23, Charltons naivity in the cups or even the muppet at London Bridge who wants to start walking down my side of the stairwell reading his book.

One quick point why is it that friends who are pregnant want you to feel their belly. I have no wish to do it, but you know how pushy women are?

Anyway our season crumbled in the dust on Saturday. We were inept, inane ... you know typically Charlton. It's taken 3 games in the cup but we finally found our form. Luckily Dion Dublins goal in the 91st minute saved me over a hundred pounds. I would have to have gone to the replay.

It was good to catch up with some of the Swedish boys on Saturday as well. I actually met Lars for the first time. Lars in the chap who looked up Sweden and charlton in a search engine and came across me. One email later and I've lumbered him with Kev. Poor sod.

I paid for my Foolham ticket on Saturday. Thirty squids. Poor old Vince wasn't happy. He had asked me to get James voucher, but as I told him James et al were on holiday, so unless I broke in I couldn't get it. He was still pished off.

Oh ... and I saw a film on Sunday that I would recommend that you all watched. Wondrous Oblivion ... absolutely charming and its about cricket.

I was down in Brighton on Sunday, and I was able to see what I looked at through the ages. Young Leigh had all her old photos out, so I took some photos of photos. I've stuck em up here ...



Seven years ago ...


My tune of the day: Make Em Shake It - Wahoo

It was one of those nights ...

I didn't get to the City Addicks meeting, I was otherwised engaged. But it seemed to all go off alright, even with Mad, bad Curb it asking if Franny was feeling neglected and then asking the question minus the important R. I'm sure you had to be there.

I had a few drinks up West and ended up in the End listening to legendary DJ/ Producer Jovonn and having a chuckle with some of the boys. It was good to see H out with his true love.

It's the FA Cup this saturday. A matter of a match against Leicester. I do try not to get to worked up about these things, but I keep sliding back into our past FA Cup slip ups, noticably Walsall. Let's just hope that we give it a go, from the off. Maybe I'm asking a lot but it would be nice if our crowd gave it a go as well. Let's enjoy the FA Cup, Enjoy it for what it is, a day away from the humdrum of the Premier league, a day that we can enjoy our football, a day we can sing those classics .... "She wore a yellow ribbon", "Wem-ber-lee"

You know it makes sense ...

Oh this is my attire today ... don't you just love random American teeshirt companies


yo

My tune of the day: Sesso Matto - Moody

It's my team ...

So come on then, how do you choose your team? Or maybe how do you get lumbered, well you know what I mean. There are still some unfortunate 30something Londoners lumbered with the tag of Liverpool supporters, even though them Scousers had their day back in the 70's, early 80's and there will be a plethora of twentysomethings in ten years time who are lumbered with a decaying Chelsea team, James Swowcroft leading the line ;)

I ask this question because I have just bought myself a scone. Well, hang on ... I was in the cafe listening to a couple of builders chat to the Cafe owner about getting Chelsea/ Barcelona tickets. But then one of them told him it was difficult to go top night matches (preseumably at the Bridge) because of getting home. Right, I could make loads of assumptions here, maybe he lives Reading way ... or Southend, or Southampton. Maybe he lives in Greenwich but thinks the tubes are so cack. Well I don't know, but I'm sure he's not a Chelsea resident or indeed a resident of this great city of ours. So why does he support Chelsea? Well you're guess is as good as mine, but I bet he wasnt at that match back in the 80's when Paul Miller scored our equaliser to put them in the old playoffs. I bet he wasn't. As the builders left I mentioned to the Italian Cafe owner that he shouldn't waste his time on a team like Chelsea. He laughed and said ... and I quote

" Why ...? Are you Arsenal ..."

Arsenal, what me. Why would he say that? Because if you critisis Chelsea you must be Arsenal!!! Or to be a Londoner you must be either Chelsea or Arsenal ... you must be a WINNER. I scoffed at these suggestions and said ... and I quote

"NO, I'm a proper South Londoner ... and it's Charlton, that would be Charlton Athletic."

At that point I picked up my scone, shook my locks and had it on my toes.

So come on, let me know how did you get your team?

Oh and as for the wardrobes ... here you go. Five coats and some varnish, live, love ... laugh and be happy.


Left hand side ........................................................................... The right hand side ...

My tune of the day: All about the papers - The Dells

Spot the Englishman ...

Says the Sun this morning, as the true light of the Arsenal fielding no English player in their 16 man squad comes to light. Well the problem is does it really matter? Is anyone that bothered? Well it appears Paul Merson is!!! Hang on, lets have a look at some of Arsenals famous English stars. Paul Merson himself ... hmmm, likes a drink, Tony Adams, ditto ... Jermaine Pennant ... do you see where I'm coming from. Ok, ok ... they have had Winterburn and Dixon, but they have got Ashley Cole to come back in, before he jets of to Chelsea that is. The point is, that times are a changing. If you employ a continental manager the chances are he is more likely to purchase players from the leagues that he knows, and the countries he knows. Take a look at Benitez at Liverpool. If Curbs had been given the Liverpool managers job, do you think that half those players would have gone to Liverpool. No, of course not. We would have Liverpool coming to the Valley with Jamie Scowcroft leading the line.

But I jest. To some people it's a travesty, and will affect the national team. Well given that they haven't won anything since 1066, whoops I mean 1966 ... Surely it's not that important?

Make sure you watch The Apprentice tonight on BBC. Its' a take on the American show where fourteen aspiring entrepreneurs will endure rigorous tasks and compete for a hefty £100,000 job with philanthropist, Sir Alan Sugar in the longest and most exhilarating job interview ever. Or so the blurb says. The difference is that the Americans had Donald Trump, and we've got Alan Sugar. Hey, but you never know ...

I've been having a look at the candidates of the two shows. Have a look at

Bill Rancic who actually won the American version and then have a look at his British equivalent Matthew it should be one hell of a road trip.

My flats getting back to a sense of normality now that I'm back in the bedroom and the wardrobes are all done. I was thinking I should take a picture of them and let you all see ... then I thought "Why???"

My tune of the day: Her December - Van Hunt

Calling planet earth ...

So the Olympic Selection Committee touch down in Old London town today. They will get chauffeured around all the best parts of our great city, missing out most of South London I suppose. This is it, this is when the decissions will be made, but as per usual lethargy has set in, and jealousy I might add. I watched abit of BBC Breakfast this morning. They interviewed a few peeps around the country and the thing that hit home to me was all those Northern muppets going on about "It's always London!!!!"

Always London you say. Well London had the World Cup in 1966, it also had the Olympics in 1948. Apart from that I can't remember much else. It's not exactly always London, is it? Anyway the funniest thing about this is the rest of the countries attitude to London, and Londoners. Week in and week out there are articles about why the North is better than the South. Why the North thinks that Londoners get it all. Well how about this then ... let them keep it. Build a bleedin wall around the South and North circular roads and keep them out. Even them muppets from Kent, sod the lot of them ....

Controversial, I think not.

I had a rather enjoyable Valentines night in the end. It was all down to Arsenal beating those Palarse idiots 5-1. I was a tad dissapointed that they didn't score more. Six or seven would have been a bit better.

I'm thinking about actually forking out for Sky plus. I say thinking, but I know I won't be able to help myself.

It was good to hear from Leigh Leigh stink of pee last night. She's now holed up down in Hove, still working weird hours but with a baby on the way. It was about time, because I'm sure her body clock alarm was sounding years ago.

My tune of the day: Gerundio - Los Amigos Invisibles

Another day another dollar ...

Supposedly today is the day that the nation buys all the red roses, shells out on a slap up meal for two, and sheds it's non romantic imagine to buy up all the cards and pressies ... me, I don't bother. It's how I live my life ...

It was one of those weekends, I finished staining and varnishing the wardrobes, but then spent Saturday night laid up with a headache from hell, as the fumes took effect. I do think I'm ready to move back into the bedroom, and my bed ... but I may give it a couple more days. Oh how I live my life.

There was no live football this weekend, but I did manage to catch the Chelsea game, the Manchester derby and the West Ham/ Sheffield cup match. The funniest game however was the England/ France rugby match. What a load of old bumkum ... as I've said before rugby what a shite game, and how shite are Hing-er-land. They're a one man team.

An interesting programme on BBC Two this evening. The Sun says sorry ...a programme about the Sun Newspaper (sic!!!) and the Hillsborough tragedy. I think it's a programme that I'd record if I had Sky plus ... now that's something I should get.

I spoke to Timbo yesterday about what phone he should get. Should he stay with Three or move over to T-Mobile or Orange. Tim, just remember Three sucks.

My tune of the day: Salsoul Rainbow - The Salsoul Orchestra

Skiffled ....

Yep, I did it ... a number one all over. That's the easiest 10 minutes I've spent in a while. I've just watched Chelsea beat a 10 man Everton 1-0, I think the Premiership is rapped up, but what Beattie was thinking gawd only knows.

My tune of the day: I am somebody - Jerry Edwards

John Kettley is a weather man ...

Or in this case a whether man!!! He's saying that TV forecasts are absolute rubbish. Am I missing something here? Just wake up and look out the window, it's simple really.

I put another coat of wood stain on the wardrobes last night, then I settled down to watch a bit of Question Time. Blimey. It came from Northern Ireland and the panel was a complete set of hard hitters, McGUINNESS, MURPHY, TRIMBLE, DONALDSON. Now I would have to say that, I know nothing about Northern Ireland and it's politics, it's history but from the way they ran the debate we'll be in for another 40 years of trouble. Oh well ...

There's no football this weekend. The Spudz have got to replay against West Brom, so our match has been put back. Oh well, I may watch a bit of Rugby, or I may go down and catch Welling as they are playing Champions elect Grays Athletic. But at nine pound it does stick in my throat.

I've decided that I'm only going to put one coat of varnish on the wardrobes. I've got to get back to some sort of normality and move back into the bedroom. After 5 days of sleeping on the sofa bed I'm really feeling it. It was fun for a few days but now I'm feeling all the lumps and bumps. Hopefully I'll get it sorted.

I'm having one of those "hair" days. I'm fed up with my haircut, so I'm thinking of what next. I could just bite the bullet and go for a skiffle, or a short back and sides. But I think I know where I'm going with it ... so watch this space.

I'm not too sure why Charlie and Camilla have come in for all this criticism? It can't just be the Diana thing? Can it? The pair of them are touching 60 ... come on there's got to be a little bit of give and go ... let the old gits get on with it. He'll never be King anyway ...

My tune of the day: Tree of Life - Osunlade ft Nadirah Shakoor

Gary Neville ... what a twat !!!!!

Seventy odd caps for England, and we still think we can win the world cup ...

You're 'avin a laff ...

It's warm outside ...

Well actually I lie. It's warm in my flat since the boiler man turned up to fit a new fan. Fifteen minutes later and me minus 250 squids I'm looking forward to a hot bath and a bleedin hot flat. I don't think I've hugged a radiator so much in my life. There was however a hairy moment when the boiler man threatened to drive off, because he couldn't get a parking space.

"You'll have to rebook an appointment and put some cones down ...!!!!" was his take on it.

So I moved my car so he could park his van ... but I did have to shake my head.

The wardrobes are stained. It's only taken 5 coats and six days to do. Only a few more days until I can varnish them, and then I may be able to get back into the bedroom. Although the sofabed in the front room is more comfortable than I thought.

I sat down and watched some of that England match last night. It was a strange event. They made a big deal about the "No to Racism" logo on the front, but you could hardly see it. I was impressed with the Nike kit that Holland, Portugal and Russia wore. Now that's the sort of kit the Charlton could have as their away number!!! Yes ... No !!!!

I nearly went to the new Ikea store last night. NOT. Luckily I saw the light and went to my bed. It's bad enough at Thurrock on a normal Sunday, let alone when they see fit to charge 40 bar for a leather sofa. Did they not think that half of Tottenham would turn up. They do like a bargain ... North London crush

I'm just listening to the new Joey Negro in the House CD. There's a few corkers on there, but how good is the Two Tons - Do you wanna boogie, hunh? Unbelievable.

Right then ... I'd better address an issue which has got ne or two people twitching, and I dont mean that Bill Oddie muppet. Why have I been deleting comments? Er, why do you think. You are big, you are clever ... and if you have any issues with me, step up to the plate and put your real name. I know one Palarse, rugby bwoy has emailed me in a sulk but he will get over it. The rest of you can kiss my fine looking ass.

My tune of the day: Nite moves - Rickster

THERE'S ALWAYS ONE ... OR IN THIS CASE TWO ...

Oh well ... a day without internet connection. The IT peeps rebuilt my works PC. I log back in and seems like two people are enjoying themselves ...

Oh well ...

One of those days ...

My boiler is buggered ... and my PC has to be rebuilt.

What a great day ...!!!!

My tune of the day: I'm threw witchuw - Snoop Dog

Cor, phew ... what a scorcher ...

Or it would be if my central heating worked. The bleedin boiler stopped on Saturday evening. It took about 8 hours for the flat to reach the outside temperature, so it's like me sitting in Hither Green Lane.

It seemed like the lads got a good draw up in Newcastle on Saturday. Dennis scored another cracker and maybe could have had another. It seems like we could have nicked it at the end ... but you know how these things work. I watched some of the match on Football First. It seemed like the likely lads were making an effort to make a noise, and I could hear "Valley Floyd Road" and "Oh Sarf London ..." it did make me pissed that I had missed it. Oh well, there's always next year.

I was going to watch the programme on Saturday about Male and Female memory. But you've guessed it ... I forgot it was on!!!

Oh and the Sun today compiles a guide to manliness, a code for Bernie to live by.

1. Under no circumstance may two men share an umbrella unless at footie ...

8. Men must eat at least one kebab a week on the way home from the pub ...

19. If dancing is necessary, a man may never raise his hands above shoulder level.

I knew there was a reason why I read the Sun. Just to reiterate the fact that I'm living my life the way I want to live it, no peer pressure, no suburban hell ... just the way I want to live my life. The strangest thing I've read recently was on the netaddicks when someone said that you should never wear jeans with shoes. Only trousers and shoes and jeans and trainers. Well I beg to differ. I have on my nice white shoes today with my indigo type 1 levis. They actually go nicely, in a smart casual sort of a way. If you aren't comfortable with wearing stuff why do you need to get peer confirmation? Just wear it ... and have done. I can't wait for the summer when I will once again mostly be wearing accessories - rosettes, feathers, ribbons, wrestling belts, chains.

Oh, and CIA FC lost to Dulwich on Saturday. Well I say Dulwich ... but they turned up with 7 players so we had to give them 3 players to make it a 10 on 10 match. They had four shots at goal and scored 3 times ... and two of the players that we gave them Smudge and Graeme knobbled two of our players. Oh well there goes the unbeaten record.

Oh and what a great weekend for the Rugby and Cricket teams ... all together now ... it's coming home, it's coming home ...

My tune of the day: One love - Bob Marley

Behind every successful man ...

Having just watched the BBC Two programme on Robert Kilroy-Silk, I have to dispute this statement. And to add another statement ... gawd help us!!!!

The year of the Rooster ...

Or maybe the cock if you were on the 07:52 from Hither Green. There's a bloke who takes up half the carriage with a push bike. Every morning, every bleedin morning. Now the question is, does he have to pay for taking up so much room?

It's just dawned on me that I'm not going to the Toon tomorrow. I haven't missed a Newcastle away game in years, but cost and timings meant that this year no can do. It's always a laugh, loads of beers, partying ... but this year I'm staining my wardrobes. I live the life ...

The CIA Fc have another match tomorrow. Away to Dulwich Hamlet supporters. This will be my second game in 3 years, so I'm actually looking forward to it. I'm going to have to clean those gold boots ...

I've just been doing a bit of searching on the net and have come across House FM on line. So now I can listen to some cracking tunes all day. Go on give it a whirl ... house music rocks.

Anyway have a nice relaxing weekend one and all ...

My tune of the day: How Long? - Debra Laws

I've got it ... I'll use it ...

The old Premiership season ticket. It was around Chrimbo time when they offered half a season for £25. I snapped it up. But I realised that I never watch them!!They are always on at the most stupid of times, midnight, half past three on a Saturday. Well I jest, but you get the picture. Well last night they had on the Chels, away at Blackburn. So I thought ... I'd watch. I wish I hadn't bothered. I spent my evening watching Paul Dickov prove what a shit he is, getting proof of what a retched place Blackburn is ... and seeing that Premiership is over. Sorry Sir Alex, you have no hope.

I'm still coming to terms with Tuesdays defeat. I'm more pished at myself for getting caught in the hype than what actually happened. It's definitely a funny old game, but it's a game that gets to the emotions like nothing else.

I've decided that I'm going to stain my wardrobes at the weekend. I've put it off for about 5 months. I get those DIY pains every quarter and they just seem to be kicking in. I need to do a bit of spring cleaning as well, but I just can't bring myself to do it ... ya get me!!!!

I've just been reading Casino Avenue and the very sad news about Malcolm Hardee. I only ever went to Up the Creek a few times, and only met Malcolm a few times in "TIME" as it was then, but as stated Greenwich won't actually be the same.

Oh, and I've decided today is "Don't wear knickers to work day" ... you know it makes sense .

My tune of the day: Just a breathe away - Osunlade

Realisation sets in ...

So there you have it. Luckily I wasn't subjected to the battle of Highbury last night, as I had more important issues at hand. Yep, the arrival of the red scousers down at SE7. Oh well, there's always next year.

Our hero's turned up and were given a lesson in excellence and execution. I have to admit Liverpool looked every bit as good as Arsenal and Chelsea who we have seen down the Valley this year. But it's there inconsistency that would worry Benitez. Doesn't he look like Houllier in that coat???

As much as Danny twisted and turned, Kiely stopped and Bartlett jumped we weren't up to much. There's chat by the usual suspects of Curbs tactical ineptitude. I nearly fell for that when I was leaving the ground last night, but sometimes you have to swallow it. Liverpool were just better than us.

It does show that letting Bobby Stuart go to Norwich may have been the wrong one. An old head, a bit of guile ... sometimes that's what you need. Hey but Curbs must know what he's doing !!!!!

It's been quite interesting reading the fall out from the game on netaddicks. There's definitely a blame culture. Poor old Jerome Thomas. He's now getting criticism. Blimey the poor lads hardly had a bad game, and it was only last night that he was more quiet than inept. Come on give him a break.

Anyway I had to cheer myself up this morning. So I'm wearing my new shoes that I was saving for summer. I had to do it, even though I was doing the light fandango on the train to stop people treading on them. The things I do for fashion ...

Here have a look for yourself ...




My tune of the day: Deliver Me (Take Me Away) - 3 Dee feat Michael Proctor

Pass me the sick bucket ...

Yeah, we all know how well Yeovil did on Saturday. I clapped them off the pitch as well. For the record I didn't sing, shout or give any vocal encouragement to them ... I clapped them off the pitch. Good luck to 'em. But hey some peeps just take it too far ...

Unbelievable

Move on ...

Reasonable force ...

Tony Blair says that you are entitled to defend yourself and it would be exceptional circumstances if you were prosecuted. Right then we can all go and get our cattle prods.

Well we didn't get Chelsea, phew .... we didn't get Arsenal, UManU or Hartlepool. We came out the hat at home to Leicester. So luckily we won't have to travel over land and sea as we got another home draw. Again it's a winnable tie, but again this is Charlton ... so don't expect it to be that straight forward. Already some of the netaddicks are looking past the midlanders and even my postman told me this morning "Another lucky draw", if only it was that easy.

It does appear expectation levels have risen. We've got the red scousers tonight and according to most if we stop Gerrard we'll get the better of them. Sod that. We need to treat them as though they are European Champions and just play our game. We've got to hope that Murphy doesn't get caught up in his one man vendetta and we've got to hope that we play out of our skin and they have a bad day. Then ... we may be in with a shout.

Tickets for next years World Cup go on sale today. Get your tickets 'ere but only if you have a Mastercard. FIFA have done a deal with Mastercard, so your Tesco Visa won't be any good here. It's a funny old game.

My tune of the day: Do you finally need a friend - Terry Callier

One of those days ...

It's FA Cup 5th round draw day and the final day of the transfer window. So it could be quite interesting. However I just get that feeling that it's going to be one of those days. So what makes me believe that? Well I just know.

I got up this morning to realise that I had put my 3 week old annual travel card in the wash. Luckily it was a 40 degree cycle not a bleedin boil wash. Also luckily you can still make out what it is, even though it's a tad sodden. The lady at Cannon Street told me I should come back when it's dry. She has to put it through the machine and if it's too wet it will rip it to shreds. Silly me.

I also got in to work today at 07:55. There was an appointment scheduled for 08:15 and the reception doesn't open until 9. I gave the chap my number to call when he was downstairs so I could let him in. So I had a sense of feeling that I needed to be there. Guess what? He never showed up. Yep, he called at 10:00 to give some cock and bull. Jeez, I could have had an extra half hour in bed. Some would say I need all the beauty sleep I can get.

What with the transfer window being hours away, Charlton have announced that Graham "Bobby" Stuart has departed for Narwich. I would say that he's been a saint. He never let us down in five and a half years that he was with us. I remember his debut and goal at West Ham, when Johnny Barnes ran the show. Oh how time flies. I would say that I am surprised that he lasted this long. We signed him from Sheffield United and he seemed to be on the way down. But then again what do I actually know? Nothing ...

I do remember Curbs saying that he wouldn't let anyone go unless we got someone in. So I don't expect anymore activity then this afternoon.

I was thinking about the Liverpool game tomorrow. It will be quite weird seeing the Pool without that little shit Owen in their team. Ever time we play them, we all sit there as he tries to win himself a penalty. He goes to ground more times than Heskey, and that's saying something.

I had one of those quiet weekends. I was meant to go out on Saturday but was let down by the usual suspects. No call, phones ringing through. Typical I say ... just let me know. I ended up watching the Bourne Supremacy and American Idol. I know how to live.

My tune of the day: Ma Mi Mama - Louie Vega

Missed the boat ...

Right then. We beat the green and white striped demi-gods. Well I say that, because that's the way they have been perceived by public and press alike. Yes, yes ... lets take nothing away from them. Let's use words like capable, plucky, resilient, footballers ... lets give them the praise they deserve and lets pat tem on the back. Then lets see them off to concentrate on the job in hand.

Having seen the addicks huff and puff against the likes of Dagenham, Walsall, Gillingham and even Exeter over the last few seasons, I'm putting Saturdays performance right up there. We were never behind, we played within ourselves ... and we got lucky with the ELKS goalline clearance with minutes remaining. But that's a load of what ifs. What id your mother was your father???? Yeah, yeah ...

It was actually interesting seeing the team go back to a 4-4-2 formation, giving Bartlett another body up the top. Having read about Frannys lack of faith in Curbs I was hoping for a lot more from the Scouser. To say I was disappointed, well is an understatement. If I had it all to prove I would have put a bit more into it than Franny did. When he lost the ball he just skulked back. People have the audacity to have a go at Lisbie!!! At least he chases back, creates his own chances ... and wants to play for the team. That's not what I saw from our Franny. Anyway ... what do I know, I'm just one amongst a mass.

Yippee, lets all give Yeovil a big hand. Yes, littleuns ... time for bed.

It was a strange place the Valley on Saturday. I fortook my usual seat and went up the back of the North Upper. I was able to stand for the whole game, and was able to join in with a whole 90 minutes of vocal support. All in all, there were about 30 people doing the same. A few others joined in sporadically, and a few times there was a "na .. na .. na" and a clap around the whole ground. It's not what I would say a fearsome, partisan crowd. It's a middle England ... sit back and entertain us sort of crowd. The sort that seems to be bused in from Folkestone. Hey, but what do I know ... we've got loads of seats to fill. Especially when the ground goes up to 40 thousand. Hey what do I know !!!!

Anyway we are in the hat ... and thats what's important.

My tune of the day: When the red red robin - Billy Cotton and his band

I love DVD's ...

Especially if you go to buy The Pajama Game and get Big Breasts of Passion. How come that has never happened to me. What was so funny though, is that the church going (!!!) couple who it happened to watched the damn film all the way through. They couldn't believe what they were seeing!!!! HELLLOOOO ... typical. I'll watch a bit of smut and complain. It sounds like something they would do in Somerset.

Talking of Zummerzet .... it's the Yeovil game tomorrow. They are making all the right noises,l butn I hope that Charlton just keep quiet and turn up and do a job. It would be that easy ... wouldn't it??? This is Charlton.

I was going to go to the gym and do a spin class. But I think I'll give myself a day off. In fact what I may do is go for a jog tomorrow morning. A nice traipse round Lewisham is what the dictor ordered. I haven't actually run since Brazil ... well I didn't do any last Saturday. I prefer the ball into my feet. No chance playing for CIA FC.

Anyway there's a Swear sample sale up in Brick Lane ... so I have to be rushing ...

My tune of the day: Love's on time - Barbara Tucker

Haircut 100 ...

It was 10:30 last night when Ged came round to cut my hair. It only takes him about 15 minutes as he's got it off to a tee. I've had the same sort of cut for about 5 years. It's time for a radical cut .. maybe a Bern, or a Matt ... or I could go for a Graham. Jeff, there's no chance of me copying you ... okay!!!!

Well blogger was playing up all day yesterday so I couldn't get on. It's such a shame because I had so much to say. About Rodley Marsh, the cricket, Liverpool ... oh well lets move on.

I'm actually loking forward to the Cup match on Saturday. It's been a while since I saw Charlton play a new team, and they have never played Yeovil in a competative match. We're actually onto a hiding or nothing. Damned if we win damned if we lose. But I'd like to see us play Franny again. He needs to get some games under his belt and once he scores, he'll get a hatfull. That's what I think anyway ... but what do I know.

I'm having second thoughts on a newish car. I think I'll get a setee instead. I really dont need a car, well not another one. It just sits outside gathering pigeon shit. It's not like I spend my time on the motorway driving up and down is it. I say let the train take the strain.

My tune of the day: Invitation - Norman Connors

Blimey ...

I've had trouble logging on to dis shite all day. It's not good ... and I've now lost my thunder.

Oh well ... I'll be back tomorrow with more ramblings ...

My tune of the day: Golden time of day - Loose Ends

Poor old Jeff ...

Well, I deliberately didn't tell the tale of Jeff "Bones" Prior scoring a spectacular own goal on Saturday. I didn't think it was necessary. Poor old Jeff, making his first appearance in a number of months wellied the ball some 20 yards past the startled keeper. His own keeper. There was no moaning, groaning at the time ... so I didn't want to be the first to bring it up. But Jeff thinks he missed out. Missed out on his chance of being ridiculed. Oh well.

I would have to say that the own goal was definitely spectacular. It was without doubt the best/ worst own goal seen for many a year. It would take Poor old Jeff a good few years to repeat the task, but I don't think he has a few years left in his playing career. But he has more than Bern.

So Jeff, I hope tat helps in your quest for world domination ...

Winter is finally here. It's f'n cold. So I put my thermals on, my sheepskin boots, my padded jacket and shades before I set off to work. I then got on the train to be greeted by the hottest place this side of the equator. Yep, somebody at British Rail had stoked the fire. So we all stood there sweating, coughing and spluttering.

I was going to go to the Ressies last night. It was at the Valley and it was against Leicester. But you know what? I couldn't be bothered. I couldn't brag myself to get in the car and drive 20 minutes to SE7. It may have had something to do with my desire for my bed. I was so knackered. Maybe my 27 years have caught up on me. Anyway they won 2-0, Lisbie got sent off ... and according to Smudge, Curbs looked like a chav in a burb scarf.

I see that Wetherspoons is banning smoking. Yep all it's pubs will be smoke free zones from May 2006. Now please can you tell me what that's about? May 2006!!!! You either do it or you don't. No smoking ... NOW, or just leave it. I think they may ban drinking yet ... you never know.

I did laugh this morning when I saw Mark Hughes going on about El-Hadji Diouf diving to win the game for Bolton. I seem to remember Mark Hughes fall to the ground after colliding with Carl Tiler up at Everton a good few years ago. Tiler got the red and we went on to lose 3-0. Hughesy ... get over yourself ...

My tune of the day: Open Sesame - Kool and the Gang

My legs are killing me ...

In fact I jest. I was a little tired but not too bad after running around on a football pitch on Saturday. The Carlton Internet team made a reappearance, in a match against the Hayes Lane Ultrix ... well Bromley supporters. We actually won 3-1 so it was a great way to start the weekend. It was quite funny being asked why none of us were going to Everton. Maybe due to the fact that I haven't seen us win there, the pricing of matches, the pricing of travel, the standard of travel ... you all know what I'm talking about. It also seems I have a point. Trains from Euston were suspended on Saturday morning due to a fatality in Brum, and engineering works. It took the inspector six and a half hours to get to Goodison. Now I've been there done that ...

Anyway that aside, the boys pulled off another 1-0 victory. They are becoming a very hardworking, industrious unit and if you think that Everton are currently fourth in the table that result is just the ticket. It's funny that when a team don't play well Charlton don't get the credit. It's not us stopping them playing but them having an off day. Marcus Bent had his worst ever game ... but nothing to do with the ELK or Fortune having him in their pocket. Oh well ... bring on Yeovil. You know where I'm going with that though ... don't you.

I had a good Saturday night. Out at the Poet in the City with the Plaistow lot, Claire, Matt, Ruth, Keely, Alex. We seemed to be the first there and the last out. I'm not sure how that works either ... but it was a good night out.

I just had a look at fridays contibution. I actually got 9 comments which must be a record ... but it's quite disappointing that people still want to identify themselves, or give a clue to who they may be. Some do ... and I find it funny when I can work it out, but hey if you want to hide behind your moniker you keyboard warriors you ... well!!!!

Bez won Celebrity BB ... it actually died on it's feet, the old damp squib, but good luck to him. The sixth series starts in a few weeks so I'm sure I'll have some comments to make. Personally I can't think of anything worst than sitting in that house for two months ...

I've just had a great bannana and papaya smoothie. This afternoon I'm going to have a pear and kiwi fruit one. I know how to live ...!!!

My tune on the day: Set them free - Kenny Bobien

Only in America ...

So that's what it takes to get some comments. For Smudges record I didn't get laid. I was out with the bwoys at the End ... had a wickedy, wickedy night ... but deffo no laying.

Put your hands in the air ...

I believe ...

in eating well and drinking well. I believe that the best times in life involve a meal with people you love. I believe that food should be more than simple sustenance. I believe in dessert, especially death by chocolate. I believe that life can be hard and we should take pleasure where we can. I believe in freshly squeezed juice in one hand a glass of wine in the other. I believe in laughing. I believe in fat chips ... or phat chips. I believe in drinking too much and snogging someone you shouldn't. I believe in excess. I believe in smiling at a stranger on the tube, especially when they have big tits. I believe in singing for no aparant reason. I believe in ridiculous dancing. I believe in having a dark secret in your record collection and in your cellar. I believe in waking up and not remembering. I believe that the best place for a tie is around your wrists. I believe in chancing your arm. I believe in dressing up. I believe in dressing down. I believe in dressing slowly for someone else. I believe in telling people what I really think. I believe in the dying art of the grand entrance ...

My tune of the day: I believe - Stevie Wonder

You can wear that with jeans ...

I seem to remember a poll some time ago asking Charlton fans what their preferred colour for the away kit would be. I also remember that the majority of people thought it should be white with maybe red or black shorts. Now it's occurred to me that the club will be launching new home and away kits next summer and I've staking my reputation on the fact that we will have a white away kit. It's going to be white with a smidging of red on it, around the collar, under the arms ... you get the picture. But I'm not feeling it. We won't be able to wear it at Southampton, even at Sunderland if they get promoted, at Arsenal it's a bit silly given their red and white thing. So I say this, what's the point in an away shirt. I thought it was to wear if the home kit clashed with the team you were playing. That would mean that the home team would be wearing red and white, or some play on those colours. Which would mean, or should mean that we wear a kit that doesn't have red or er, white. Maybe yellow, maybe blue ... okay maybe not, maybe a black and pink combo. That would be my choice ... a la Juventus, a black and pink striped number. I can see the fatties now, I'll have the new away kit in XXXL ... oh and the matching pink shorts ...

Word on the street is that next Monday, 24th January will be the worst for winter blues. So what's the difference between this monday coming and last monday? Or the monday after that? Or after that? A monday is a monday, is a monday. They all sh*te ...

Word is also out that porridge is the new black. Sales of porridge are on the increase, and it's supposedly good for getting rid of fat necks!!!!

My tune of the day: Love won't give up - Kenny Bobien

The King is dead ... long live !!!!

Well he was alive and kicking in the film I watched last night ... Bubbahotep. An absolute corker of a film having the King and John F Kennedy in a nursing home down in Texas fighting an old Egyptian Mummy. If you want to watch a throw away film, this is the one.

It was good to see Liverpool take the FA Cup seriously last night. They stuck out a few fringe players and some younguns, and they got beaten. Now I'm sure Benitez knows what he's doing ... in fact I hope he doesn't ... but anyway, the FA Cup isn't important to Liverpool.

Still no action on the transfer front. In fact there have been a few rumours but nothing quite concrete. One of the most interesting ones is Mark Fish to Fulham. Now I'm not sure how this would work, but Fish does seem to be a bit overweight at the moment. Having just come back from injury that's fine but I'm not sure how quickly he could fit into the Fulham back four. Theres also talk of us being in for Nathan Ellington, Heidar Helguson, and Bill Tchato. Now I ask you. Bill Tchato, who just happens to be a Cameroonian left back. Do we need another left back? What do I know ...? I am not Curbs ..!!!!

I can't believe it's Wednesday already. The weeks fly when you're having fun.

My tune of the day: Guarantee For My Heart - Cheryl Lynn

Mr Nasty ...

It seems like Curbo wants to take my role. Well according to the Metro this morning. It seems Curbs is happy to dish out "tough love" ... well now we're talking. No one is guaranteed a run in the team, and he doesn't care that some of the boys are pished off. That's exactly what we want to hear, but come on it's a no story ... a no brainer. Yeah, Jason Euell, Bryan Hughes, Franny Jeffers are all disappointed that they are not playing. But they are still wedged up. They are still all talking home an obscene amount of dough a week. So as pished as they say they are ... I'm sure it's said with a glint in the eye.

So the British public have voted out bad bwoy John McCririck. Now come on, is this the worst piece of voting in the history of Big Brother. I've been catching glimpses of it, and the only thing worth watching was Big John. His ranting, his raving ... it's been great. And when you compare him to Kenzie, Jeremy, Caprice who do absolutely nothing ... well, talk about shoot yourself in the foot. Oh well ... it's nearly Wednesday and Desperate Housewives ...

I've just realised that I don't spend half as much time chatting about my journeys to work. I'm sure I used to be bitter and twisted about the 45 minute journey. Maybe it's me ... mellowing now that I'm 27. But this morning. Well I ask you, it was one of those trips. To start with we had a yawn off, as two suited (and I do think their suits hadn't been dry cleaned since before christmas) city bods yawned from Hither Green right through to London Bridge. I yawn, you yawn ... we all yawn. No hands covering their mouths ... just breathing their shit onto anyone near by. What ever happened to hankies up your sleeves? Then we had the platform okee kokee. Where we all got sent to platform three, then told to go to platform two ... only to be told whoops, platform alteration ... go to platform three. Yep, thanks Mr Railannouncer, was that you're play of the day?

My tune of the day: What am I gonna do - Jimmy Sommers ft. Rahsaan Patterson

Feed the ELK ...

It's a funny old game ... given that we hadn't beaten Brum at home in the Premier league. When Super Mario equalized I think we were all sitting there thinking "Ere we go again!" But credit where credits due, old Curbo went back to the old 4-4-2 and blimey what happened. Two strikers on the pitch, they start passing to each other ... and Bobs yer uncle, two goals. It's easy ... it's an easy game this footie.

I would have to say it was a typically crap middle of the table game. Lots of thwacking the ball up from both teams. But Brum had two big strikers so they were utilising the thwacking a bit better than we were. Bartlett was trying, in fact he won a few headers but there wasn't anyone to head the damn ball onto. It's actually quite interesting, and I think quite worrying to see the flack that some of the players get. Bartlett for example is constantly the butt of criticism. I don't see it myself, as he runs, jumps heads the ball. He even scored a goal ... whoopeee ... so I'm not sure what else he could do. But then again some people want the moon on a stick, no, no ... no .. they want Ronaldo or Jimmy Greaves on a stick. Come on people we can only play with what we've got ... get behind the boys.

I had a nice Sunday. I actually made it over to Columbia Road to have a look at the flower market. I've been putting it off for months, but I went over to Bethnal Green to see Duncan. It was good to see him now he's out of rehab, and it was quite eye opening to hear the stories. The sectioning was one for the book. I would say that Columbia Road is well worth a visit. Go with twenty quid and you will come home with a house full. My front room is a haven for exotic flowers. I may have to do it more often.

So at what point do you stop wishing people a happy new year? I haven't seen some people yet this year and when I see them what do I do?

The Charlton Internet Football Club are re-emerging. It all started with an email on friday, now we have a new web page, some new players and a game arranged for this coming saturday. It's a game against Bromley FC supporters, so if anyone wants a game ... mail me.

My tune of the day: Yesterday - Marvin Gaye

Super size me ...

There's adverts everywhere telling us we can buy one and get one free. Yep, MacEe Dee are saying today is Quarter Pounder with Cheese Day (or in France it's the Royale with cheese day.) But at what point would you really want two lardy old burgers? I thought we were trying to do away with overly obese kids and their golightly parents, but it appears that was just a fad.

Talking of fads, I've been juicing it like a goodun. This morning I had a juice/ smoothie made from a pink grapefruit, a paw-paw, three oranges and some spiralina. I tell you if I can keep this up I'm going to look more buff in a few months. That's more buff than I already do ... if you get me. Last night I juiced up some apples, pineapple, oranges and grapes ... and I'm more regular now than I have been in months. I'm not going to touch the apricots though.

I was having a chat with Wilhelm and blondie yesterday on messenger. The blonde one started saying that I had lost my edge, that I was just waffling, that maybe I was bitter. I did laugh. Bitter, I am generally bitter, it's just the way I am ... unfortunately my glass is half empty. I've tried to get it half full ... but my cards always take me past 21. I'm always bust ... kerching!!!

I had a call yeterday about the car I think I want to get. There may be a good one coming up, but I'm getting the feeling that it may be out of my price range. I'm going to have to do some serious thinking. Sod it ... I should just buy the thing ...

I've just been sent the link to a concentration test. I've tried it ... but it's difficult. I nearly got close once, but see if you can do it ... Concentration test ...

After the exploits in the Cup it's back to the toil of the league tomorrow. We've got Birmingham, and it's dawned on me that we haven't beaten them at home since they've been back in the Prem. But the Savage won't be playing, he's still in the dog house. It will be interesting to see if Heskey stays on his feet now he's in the Midlands and not the Icey North. But then again when he was at Leicester he played a bit like Tonya Harding on a good day. We'll have to wait and see. It seems like Fortune may be missing and that mean the Fish would be back in. Given his cameo last week, he seems slower, over-weight, but as crap as ever. If I was Heskey I'd put on my best climbing boots. See, my glass is always half empty, or should that be half full ... Oh I can't remember ...

The suns shinning outside ... I think it's time to get my shades out.

My tune of the day: Circles - Nina Jayne featuring Roy Ayers

Happy Birthday King of Sweden

Not to Bern, in fact he can sod off ... but to me. A year ago today I put up my first blog on this site, and here I am a year later. Whooopeeee, I hear you say ... but hey I'm enjoying it.

It's in the paper this morning. The Jason Euell story. It seems that Harry Redknapp wants Jase to help in their relegation fight. But they want him on loan!!!! Yeah, I can really see that. How many players have we got in our squad? How many can we afford to loan out? Indeed, it just doesn't add up ... but then again I'm not Curbs so what do I know.

My new New York smoothie maker turned up this morning. So instead of a toasted bagel, or a sausage sandwich I'm having a blitzed grapes/ oranges and spirulina juice drink. The problem is that I've got to keep it up ... the question is whether I'll be doing this in two months time? It's the way forward.

Seems like the Queen has been taking a leaf out of Phillips book. She's quoted as saying that Paris will win the vote for the 2012 Olympics and she says that there was a serious lack of support amongst Londoners. Yep, you go gal. On the pulse of what Londoners really want. A serious lack of support ... what does that mean? I think that the majority of Londoners want the Olympics, because we can see the benefits. An increase in funding for transport, new stadia, a communal feeling throughout the city ... we could go on. It's typical of the Royal family though ... and I'm not going to comment on Harry ... party pooper

My tune of the day: It's a beautiful life - Dennis Ferrer

Birthday wishes ...

Belated wishes to old Bern who I think turned 37 yesterday. He doesn't actually look a day over 36, but what do us 27 year olds know.

The word on the street is that Jason Euell will be allowed to leave. Now I'm not sure how this works, but how can you let your top goal scorer for the past 3 season leave, just like that? Because he has thrown a strop or two I think, or maybe he has voiced his concerns at being left out of the team. It seems like a fair point though ... if you were Euelly would you be asking the same questions?

Still no news on any new signings. I won't be holding my breathe ... oh hold on, we could see a mad rush come the 31st and get Robbie Thingy and Jespar Watshisname.

I watched a bit of Big Brother yesterday. I'm not sure what to actually make of it. There we have a bloke who won't talk, a woman who could drop dead at any moment ... another woman who coped the hump and bolted, and a group of Zombies a la Shaun of the Dead. Entertainment, your having a laugh. It's more than just entertainment ... it's a bleedin life choice.

I was having another flick through the Sun today and there's an article about "How to change the bloke you've got into the man you dreamed of."

Sorry ... !!!

This is so unbelievable. Can someone explain why a woman would be with/ marry a bloke she didn't really (in an ideal world) want? It wouldn't be something to do with being left on the shelf ... would it? The old body clock ticking, so they have to make do!!! Thought as much. I just don't get it myself ... you try and change me and you'll get short thrift.

"Oh I don't get ya hair ..." "You're clothes are a bit excessive." "You're a bit too freaky ...!!!"

I say freak that ... this is me ... live with it. I am as they say ... a one off.

My tune of the day: Does it feel good - BT Express

It's raining men ...

Well not quite in Carlisle, but jeeeez how much rain does one man want. It doesn't actually bare thinking about, how the rain can just cause so much damage but after the last few weeks who are we to doubt the elements. As I know a few people in Carlisle I emailed them to see hgow things were. Given that I hadn't spoken to them for a while it was good to hear that they were all okay. Unfortunately they know some people who actually lost everything. Not good ... Carlisle floods

We had some rain down Sarf last night but not too much, there was some wind as well ... but I didnt think it was that bad. That was until I picked up the paper this morning to see, well what could only be described as the end of an era. The old Lime Tree down in Canterbury, the one in the cricket ground has been blown down. Can you believe it ... 150 years of history ... the felled tree

Well the stiffs took one hell of a beating last night off of the Palarse. Four nil it was, oh well I think I can let them have that one.

A point of note, why do people who are walking down the stairs just suddenly stop then turn and try to come straight back up. This is during rush hour when the stairs are loaded and there are clearly defined rules, yes rules of thumb to what one must do. You should walk to the top then come down on the correct side. Am I asking just a bit too much?

It's just started raining here, time to buckle down the hatches ...

My tune of the day: Big Mistake - Alexander Hope

Number 19 ...

Paul Hardcastle will be turning in his grave ... not literally, but you get the point.

We crept past Rochdale, giving them a day to remember. We even gave them a condescending clap as they left the pitch. It was like patting a boy on his head who had tried his hardest, or clapping those idiots at the London Marathon in deep sea divers outfits. You know what I mean. It was oh so NOT Charlton. When was the last time we could smugly clap a team. Answers on a postcard.

Anyway 4-1 was an acceptable score, given that Rochdale played quite well, but class told in the end ... **splutters on his coffee**.

It gets better. We've drawn Yeovil ay home. Another League two side, but they are top and still in the Coca-Cola Cup. But come on, if we are going to progress in this damn thing then we have to play and beat Yeovil. Yes, No ... answers again on a postcard.

I was just thinking if Charlton have ever played Yeovil. I think they have in a friendly but not in a competitive game. So it's going to be something new for everyone. I have actually been to see Evil play and it was at their old ground, the sloping Huish. There were four of us supporting Welling that day, and the Wings scored a goal for each of us in a 4-0 win. It was so typically Welling as this was a Wednesday night and on the previous Saturday they had been beaten 4-0 by Chorley. I remember that it was 4-0 after 25 minutes so we all ended up in the bar. Good time? Get yourself another postcard.

Here's a question for you ...? Have you ever felt like you've been shat on from a great height? Er, no postcards needed here.

My tune of the day: Blaze of Glory - Pharrel ft Clipse

Running round wembley with our willys hanging out ...

Well not literally, and not Wembley. But hey you get the picture. It's that special time of the year. It's FA Cup third round Saturday. When we all dream of lifting the old trophy in May, but in reality get shafted by some tin pot lower division team, who I could play for. I remember when we played Exeter. We won the game 3-1, but how hard was it. Two JJ overheads sealed it, but Exeter looked quite good. This is the same Exeter who at the end of the season came bottom of the Football league and went out of the league. Yep, we can make a cows ear look like a silk purse.

I won't dwell on the Gillingham game, or the Dagenham one, or the Walsall one ... but it's not been pretty viewing over the last few years. Apart from Coventry away. Remember that one!! When we went 2-0 down their fans were singing "Can we play you every week." Well can you guess what our song was when Andy Hunt had put us 3-2 ahead. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to work that out. Then it all kicked off around the streets of Coventry as we walked back to the train station. You have to laugh.

Anyway ... we've got Rochdale tomorrow. This is Cyril Smiths team who have been in the bottom league for about 30 years. Well I wish them a good day out, but just that a good day out ... then we can pack them off home. Do you think I believe that? Yeah right ...

Anyway onto more important issues. It's Celebrity Big Brother. Whoooosh!!! Brigitte Nielsen has already flashed her kitty and John McCRIRICK says he likes big breasts. Blimey, thats a new one on me. It's quite funny that they have got someone from Blazin Squad in there. Now is that what they call scrapping the bottom of the barrel??

Oh and another thing. It's been reported that British women spend about £100,000 on clothes in a lifetime. That works out at £214 a month. Now I know some women that wouldn't spend £214 in a year, and some men that wouldn't spend that in a lifetime. They have one jacket, one pair of jeans ... jeeez.

Oh and finally, well played Paulo. He lead Lazio to a 3-1 win over the old enemy Totti and the boys.

My tune of the day: Now I can see - Kenny Bobien

The wonders of the internet!!

Yep, you can just about do anything now. We live in a technological age. Or infact do we? So why can't we use TV pictures to make decisions, why can't we have micro-chips in the balls? Can you imagine it, micro-chipped balls. Especially if it was running on Windows XP. Every time the ball went near the family stand the scoreboard would register a goal. I can see it now ...men watching football would be in their element.

What is it about the transport infrastructure in this country? I was coming back from East London last night, just a 15 minute drive through the Blackwell Tunnel. Easy!!! Or so I thought. As I came down the approach road I spied a large queue. Forty five minutes later I had just hit the actual tunnel. Forty five minutes to driver about 600 yards. I appreciate that they need to do repairs and stuff but it's a joke. Let the train take the strain ... no chance.

On the football front James Beattie is hoping for an England recall. He has a slight dig at Sven about his previous chances and goes on to say that moving to Everton will enable him to get back in the picture. I can see Sven agonizing over this now. The same way as Scully agonizing over the Charlton buses in the medway and the same way that Duncan Fletcher is agonizing over whether I can slot in at number six now Freddy is injured.

I'm toying with the idea of getting myself a new car ... not a new car, but a new car for me. Watch this space ...

My tune of the day: All falls down - Kanye West ft John Legend

Krispy Kreme Doughnuts ... go get some.

Ossies going to Wembley ...

So he sang. But he should have been running the line at UManU last night. You have to laugh though don't you? Well I'm trying to styful a laugh as I phone every Spud I know.

Only in America eh ... only in America!!!!

The world carries on after the tsunami. But our little piece of it should come to a standstill at noon today with a 3 minute, that's three minute period of silence. I would ask if everyone could do their little bit, just a though.

I was just flicking through the paper and came across the Abu Hamza story. It actually beggars belief, that in the twenty first century you can get away with this. He is claiming that his toenails are too long, AND IT HAS LEFT HIM UNABLE TO WALK. Well, couldn't they stick him in a wheelchair and push his ass down the street? Just a thought.

We really are all back in the run of things. The Christmas trees are coming down, the queues for train tickets aren't as big as they were yesterday, and Everset is back on the CIFC email list. Oh he does talk some tosh.

Celebrity Fat club!!! What's that all about???

My tune of the day: Fresh pair of panties on - Snoop Doggy Dog

And a Happy New Year to you ...

Well, I finally took the time to get back on line and wish everyone a 'Appy New Year'. I decided to have a three day break from the web to see if I missed it, and you know what ... I did. Yep, I missed the fact that I can keep in contact with friends at the drop of a hat, missed the fact that I can search for anything I so wish, from the hopeless fools I support right through to buying tat off of ebay. I'm currently bidding on another pair of boots, like I need new clothes/ shoes ... that should be my resolution.

Anyway, it's 2005 and we are all doing exactly the same things as we always have. Joining a gym, deciding to eat healthier, giving up smoking, booking a summer holiday ... looking forward to the FA Cup 3rd round. It's actually quite laughable.

I've made a conscious effort to have a resolution that I can stick to. Something positive, that will benefit me. Oh and guess what? It's damn hard. I decided that I've been too hard on myself, and infact too nice to other people and that needs to change. I need to call it the way I see it. actually take no prisoners, pull no punches. Call the proverbial spade a spade. But I'm not too sure that will work!! People don't take me seriously enough, so I may be onto a loser. But I'm going to give it a go.

At about 5:15 last night I was feeling sorry for the 300 odd sods who had made their way up to Blackburn to see us roll over and die. The 300 or so that had to jump on a plane, train or automobile to go half the length of the country to see us huff and puff around, and then listen to Curbo say that maybe he made a mistake with the team selection. Oh righty .... he maybe made a mistake, MAYBE. So what's the point of a squad?? What's the point of Euell and Konch? NO, what's the point of JJ???

I finally got an email off of Timbo in Thailand. You would have thought that nothing had happened from the tone of it. Oh well as long as he's alright.

Seems like the English cricket team have fallen off of the wagon. I'm sure that the Aussies are quacking ...

My tune of the day: Who needs love - Incognito