Mondays

So I take the day off. My new washing machine is being delivered, at some point today. They can't give me a time just at some point today. 6:45 this morning the bell went. 6:45 ... is that taking the piss??? Typically though things never go smoothly. The blokes has the wrong drill bit so can't get the plugs off the back. He then plums the water in incorrectly so when I turn the taps back on, there is water everywhere. So eventually at about 9:30 I can do some washing. Four complete washes later, the flat is like a chinese laundry. The smell of washing powder is overbearing.

We capitulated at Spudz then. I watched some of it, but went to Homebase at 2-0. There comes a time when the season seems to be over. It's only Feb and we are crap.

It's weird having a day off at home. I popped down to the Dry cleaners to get a few items and got a sandwich from the Co-op. Quality eh?

My tune of the day: Givin it up - Incognito

The Glow of Love

I'm just playing the Dimitri - In the House of Love CD. Luther Vandross singing the Glow of Love. Now that is what you call music. The Arctic Monkeys can kiss my a$$.

There was an interesting post from Smudge on the Netaddicks board this morning, talking about inflatable and the like. It made me a bit misty eyed, thinking about when football wasn't a game for the masses, that started in 1990 with England in the World Cup and the Premier League in 92. But I mean when football was fun, inflatable bananas, silly hats, plastic trumpets, doing pressups at Welling to correspond to the number of the player that scored. I actually miss some of the fun we had. It's just a matter of sitting there watching people clap nowadays. The Happy Clappers ... well there will be 40 thousand of them soon enough, all bused in .... window lickers????

I can't remember the last game I actually enjoyed. The whole package that is, from the journey to the game, a bit of banter and a few drinks after. It could have been Grays v Welling a few years ago ... but I cant remember really.

Question Time was quite interesting last night. A bit of a debate about freedom of speech. It's actually amazing to see the difference in peoples opinions on such subjects.

My tune of the day: I want you - Gato Barbieri

It's cold outside

There's not be so much activity on the Charlton pink oboe list since Auntie got her left tit caught in the mangle. Dandy Murphy this, Dandy Murphy that ... blimey I bet he's not had it so good.

You know what Dandy Murphy doesn't want to play for my club. Yah boo sucks ... I actually paid good money to go and watch that idiot. So as Chicago Addick says get out those white hankies and baby dummies and give it some on Sunday.

I did a spin class today. It's been a week or so since I sat on the fake bike ... it's not pleasant.

Only a few days and I'll have a washing machine again. It's been hell over the last week or so. I find it remarkable that people turn up to the laundrette in their brand spanking new BMW's/ Mercs. Priorities are wrong I believe.

On the advise of Mr MC I purchased In the House of Love, Dimitris latest Discoesque offering. There do indeed seem to be some corkers on there, Sylvester, Terry Callier, even the Originals. That'll get the head nodding.

It seems that all this Murphy nonsence or indeed nonsense (sorry to go back to this) has stolen the Supporters Directors thunder. I hope you all voted for Vince, as I need him to give me a competative or more appropriately competitive price on some plastering.

My tune of the day: You're The One For Me - D-Train

Now for something much more important ...

Right ... lets be a bit more positive. It's February, which means a little over 2 and a half months until the London Marathon. For me, I can't think of anything worst than running 26 odd miles with a group of people dressed up as Pirates/ Furry Animals. But some people find the need , and who am I to disagree with them.

It appears that one such individual is Charlton Supporting author Mick Collins. He who penned the Charlton classic, The Rise and Rise of Charlton Athletic: From Portakabins to Porto Captains . Mick is running for the Ron Pickering Memorial Fund, which benefits young athletes who have the talent, but not the basic funding, to reach the highest levels of the sport. When the Olympics come to London in 2012, there will be British athletes competing for medals as a direct result of the help given to them by the fund. So its; a damn fine thing he does.

Please take a look at the site ... and if there is one thing you should do just donate a few shillings. As Alan Curbishley says when he is thinking of bringing Radistan Kishishev on, GO ON ... YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.

It's hard some times ...

I think the realisation of Charlton fans hit home last night. Realisation that in fact we are a tad shite, and have been punching above out weight. We are quite luck that at the moment, we aren't involved in a relegation dog fight, but that may what we get over the next few months. It's 12 points and counting. We recently bought Marcus Bent off of Everton for a rounded £2 million. On last nights performance he looks to be worth £2. Give him a chance they say, why I say.

At 11:55 last night as I lay in bed my mobile phone clicked into life. A text message. It sort of woke me up, but hey it might be important. Nope, Murphy off to Spudz. Sod that, couldn't that have waited until this morning?

I wanted to actually be possitive about Charlton but a fairly inept performance and the Murphy saga put paid to that. I might have to form my own Independent Supporters Club ...

I've already written about Murphy elsewhere, but I'm going to put it up here. Then I'm going to concentrate on more important issues.

"Danny Murphy has departed, some of us are crying into our cocoa. What we are left with is Bryan Hughes, Rad Kishishev, Matt Holland ... no flare, no guile, no creativity ... that's what should make you cry. Last night was typical of Charlton's home games over the last 18 months, minus a goal for the oppo. Do we want to see some of the beautiful game ... I know I do.Anyway back to Murphy.He signed on 10 August 2004 and left on 31 Jan 2006. That is approx 76 weeks or 532 days. I don't know how much he was paid but we can be sure it was at least £20k a week, so let's break it down. At £20 k a week that's £2857 per day. Over the time at Charlton he was paid approx £1,520,000. On the performance front we can right off the whole of the 2004-05 season because "our" Danny was still settling down; he came from a mill town ooop North so wasn't used to cars, electricity and pirate radio. At the start of this season he set the world on fire. Well he had able allies in Smerts and Kish who did his tackling for him and he was touted as an England "Star"!!!!!He didn't get picked for the three lions and then resorted to petulance, see the Arsenal game, inept performances Everton and has now driven his 4x4 off to North London. So all in all he received £1,520,000 for about 5-6 worthwhile performances. If I had performed that badly in my day job, I'd have been shown the door. We can only hope that's what happened. However I doubt it.What we need is some creativity. We have to wait for the summer now, and that'll be another year down the pan. I don't enjoy sitting in the cold watching what was on offer last night.So me I can't wait for the World Cup, to see Brazil, Argentina, the cynical beautiful game.Ps: If Danny Murphy had all the extras in his car, DVD player, Sat Nav, etc, etc and paid say £60k for it .... that's the equivalent in me driving round in a £1,185 old banger. Makes you think"

As Smudge pointed out the chances are that he was on more than a ball part 320k a week. But I just highlighted that here. In fact double it to nearly three million and it puts it all into perspective. I don't think booing him on Sunday would do anything. I think we need to do it the spanish way. Everyone take along a white handkerchief and wave it whenever the idiot gets the ball. We should also play the ELK in midfiled and give him an order to kick Murphy, and keep on doing it.

I'll be back on later with some better news.

My tune of the day: In The Midnight Hour - Wilson Pickett

Countdown ...

It's that transfer window closure time.We'll have JJ off to Narwich, Murphy off to the Spudz in exchange for Gardner, Jeffers off to Blackburn, Euelly off to Brum, and Lisbie off to ... well whoever would have him. No indication of new faces in through the door, but it was only two years ago that El Donkey turned up from Southampton, so watch this space.

I needed to compose myself yesterday after one of them weekends. I had the new car clamped, the battery seized, the exhaust fell off the mini, Kwik Fit can't get the car started. Money, money ... money. I would say lucky that February is only a 4 week month, but I won't.

It's another block buster tonight. West Brom at home. They've just signed shed loads of new players, so that should be quite interesting. They did us 4-1 last year with an Earnie hattrick. Here's hoping we are more on the ball this evening, but I'm not holding my breathe.

I finally got somewhere with Currys. They tell me the washing machine will be delivered next Monday. So finally I will be able to do some washing. I have to thank Mrs Jimbob in the mean time who let me do two bags of washing on Saturtday and then insisted on driving me home so I didnt have to get the bus. That was a touch.

Front page of "The Sun" tells us whom Barrymore won't miss from the BB house. Are they all having a laugh? Sod off back to Wellington Barrymore. He's not funny, never was really. Now he's back here giving it. Blimey.

Oh and it's the last day you can vote in the Supporters Director thingy ...

My tune of the day: Little People - Voices of East Harlem

Busy doing nothing ...

It's 4:30 and the day has just flown by. Yet we stuffed those East End Car Salesmen, and have now got the Ali G Crew. The only thing I remember about Brentford is Brentford Nylons .. remember them.

I had one of those weekends to forget. Problems at every turn ... but hey it's another week.

I went to Thai Square at Lunchtime. They do sell some crap.

I'll be back on tomorrow with something a tad more interesting.

My tune of the day: Ain't no stopping us now - McFadden and Whitehead

Customer Service ...

I always seem to be banging on about customer service. It's very rarely that you get a good deal, or a problem is sorted without and why's or whereforths. Three weeks ago my washing machine packed up. So I went on line and ordered one. No problem I thought ... or should have thought. I bought it on nought percent finance so I had to wait for the credit agreement. It took 5 days to arrive. They could have meiled it in secoinds but oh no. I signed the forms and sent it back. I phoned continually until 6 days later they said they had recieved it. So I can expect the washing machine now. Oh no ... that'll be too easy. I wait another 7 days and finally phone. There's no record of that order Sir!!!! But I have an order number. Oh yes there it is ... all smiles. No, the item is out of stock Sir, we may have some in a few weeks. A FEW WEEKS!!!!! But it may be an discontinued item. Well is it? Isn't it? Who knows. Can I speak to your supervisor. No, there's no one hear ... can I speak to anyone?NOPE!!!! Oh well, I'll be round Jimbob with either a bag of washing or a brimful of Asha.

I played some indoor cricket at Lords last night. A very interesting game. It might have been better if we understood the rules. Some people are so competative it's not funny.

Charlton v Orient in the Cup this weekend. Lucky the washing machine isn't working.

My tune of the day: Try A Little Tenderness - Otis Redding

The forces of evil

I seem to be the only person in the country that thought George Galloway was quite funny in BB .. and enjoyed his stint in the house? I also thought he treated the nobodies in the way they should be treated. Oh well ...

So Deano has finally left for new pastures. It's quite funny because when we used to be down in the Lower North I used to sit next to a bloke from Coventry who knew Deano. He told us for year that Deano was off doing this, was going there ... but it never happened until now. It should go some way to appeasing Stephan Anderson though. I thought he was a tad unlucky earlier in the season, but hey.

It seems that Orient are still moaning about tickets re Saturdays match.

There's something to be said for beans on toast. I had some nice linseed and soya bread and no added sugar beans for my lunch. Given that I am playing cricket this evening I needed an energy boost.

Have you noticed how bad peoples manners are these days?

My tune of the day: Long Enough - Last Poets

Spirited

That's what you could say about the Wigan performance at the Arse last night. Good luck to them, but it does stick in the throat. We've achieved fuckall in the cups since we've been up, and year on year one of the promoted teams, or an unfancied team gets a couple of good results and gets to the final. Not us though.

Another day closer to the transfer window closing, and no deals. We're linked with Robert Green, hmmmph, do we need another sodding goalkeeper?

The Charlton Independent Supporters Association or the ostracized East Kent branch of CASC, have come out in support of Brian Hayes. Er, I mean Ben Hayes ... who's Brian Hayes????Ben is a member, but it surprises me that one should be Chair of one of the branches and a member of the Independent one ... it's all Kent though, so I presume it doesn't matter in the slightest.

Is it me, or do people from past Medway down towards middle Kent resemble Northerners? Saying that most of Medway resembles oooop North.

My bleedin washing machine has gone to pot.

My tune of the day: In The Rain - The Dramatics

It's cold outside

So stay in. Get a duvet and wrap up, it's not worth it I tell thee.

I'm feeling a mussel and noodle thai soup. I think a visit to Sainsburys is in order. It's also the time of year for Treacle Pudding.

I noticed three people walking and reading this morning. Is it a new trend? Is the book that good? Just close it and come back to it at lunch time. Or stand to one side.

Why do groups of people idle when they walk, and decide to walk in a line. You can't get past, you can't barge through. If you have to do it walk in single file.

It was nice to see the sun shine this morning.

There's a week left for the transfer window. Curbs has said he's on the look out for a midfielder and a defender. Well don't hold your breathe.

There's been loads of Orient fans on netaddicks trying to get tickets for the match. Orient buggered up their initial allocation and now want more. It makes you laugh really. They get three men and a dog for matches normally, but hey let them have more seats. It's going to be a ding dong battle, they will have red and white balloons we will have Kishishev.

My tune of the day: Love Is Like A Heatwave - Martha Reeves & The Vandellas

Biff ... baff ... boff

So the paupers of South London went over to South West London and put it right up em. Yep only a draw but still, a result that removed the smile from Pele's face, made Roman jump out of his seat to scratch his ear ... and sent half of Reading back home cursing their luck. It's quite interesting listening to the collective Chelsea voice. If you speak to the people you know have supported them for years, they have enjoyed the ride but understand that there is in fact something missing from the experience. The price of taking your boy for one although that doewsn't put some of the newbies off. Speaking to Jimbob, he commented how a New Chelsea supporting Woman at his work was asking why he wasn't going. It's £48 plus a top up for his boy who would want to go. Why pay that when he can watch it on TV eating a Sunday Roast. She commented that she would spend her last £48 on watching Chelsea, to which he laughed. She even then sai that he should go, becauseit might be the only chance he would get of watching Charlton get a result at Stamford Bridge. Oh how he laughed, and then had to phone me so I could laugh to. Some people have no sense of history. Remember Paul Miller getting that equaliser back in the 80's ... "Leaburn ... Leaburn".

I had a good trip to Columbia Road yesterday. A few beigels from Brick Lane, a stroll through to pick up some colour for the house ... then home in time to grab a chicken dinner and the second half.

I had some sounds put in the car on Saturday. I can now nod my head at the lights. It's buggered up some of the fuses though.

It's supposedly the most depressing day of the year today. It's only 23rd January ... give it a few more months.

My tune of the day: That's A Friend - BeBe Winans

The Sun is shinning ...

Sometimes things are wrong but they don't surprise me. Today the Sun Newspaper , if you can call it that ran a small piece saying ..."Is there a paedo on your school? If you know of a pervert working at your kids school tell us in confidence."

Right then, leave it up to the Great British public, the same public that got confused between a Pediatrician and a sex offender. To quote "Britain has seen a rash of vigilante attacks - most against victims of mistaken identity - since the News of the World tabloid published pictures of sex offenders this summer. Across Britain, several people who shared surnames with alleged offenders named by the paper also have had their homes attacked." Come on name and shame ...

I've found the cigarette lighter in the car. It's inside the ashtray ... oh silly me. How did I find out? I asked on a website ... oh how good is t'internet?

It's away at Chelski on Sunday. I think I'll have a lie in, relax a bit, maybe go down Columbia Road if the Suns out ... and spend the £48 admission money on flowers.

My tune of the day: Justified Love - Arnold Jarvis

Dennis the Menace

Gawd blimey love ... can a Black American really win big brother ...???? You'd better believe it ... NOT. No chance mate, Faria hit the nail on the head then stood back as all and sundry flung their shite at Dennis for saying he was there to bring some colour to the proceedings. Faria got kicked out for shagging Sven, Pete still purses his lips ... and Chantelle gets boring by the minute. It's crash TV, and worth a chuckle, but it's worth watching just to see what a total toss pot Michael Barrymore is.

I did a spin class today. 45 minutes of arse numbing peddle power. It's amazing how fast some people can get their legs to go round.

Looking at some Charlton Blogs it seems that Inspector Sands has put his barrow right behind Ben Hayes in the Supporters Director Vote. The main reason he gives is "What Ben has done is organised to promote our club in a part of London that's usually ceded to our rivals, and has succeeded in organising events which reach out far beyond the terminal politics of CASC. Like it or not, that is the track record you need for this job." Fairs fair I say but in fact Ben Hayes is caught up in the politics of the Supporters Club. He's always been up there as Chair of the Bromley Branch. This is the Branch that puts itself up there as the main Branch and once refused to submit it's accounts or money to the Executive Commitee. Ho hum.

Did I say Dennis Rodman should win Celebrity BB? No, well he should.

My tune of the day: I'm on the Real side - Lisa Hill

Building bridges ...

How the hell does this work?? I've been typing away then save the damn post only for it to be losy in cyber space. Sod that for a game of soldiers.

I was ranting about the bleedin FA and how they have stuffed Charlton in their rearranged match with Liverpool. No thought for the fans, the club or even Uncle Tom Cobbley. Arrange a game in 22 days, sell the advertsing, the sponsorship, the executive boxes ... and then postpone it when we all draw in the FA Cup. Sod you ... the FA pulls out all the stops.

They've also arranged the Newcastle game for the 22 Feb, so that makes it 6 games in Feb. Lucky we have a big squad!!!! Let's hope that Owen still has his little pinky in plaster.

I did a bit of Window Shopping last night. I deceided to see what was on offer in the Sales. A pair of Fake London Jeans, Kim Jones drill trousers and Can't Skate tee shirt later I'm clutching the best part of a ton. Like I haven't got enough clothes as it is. I need clothes hangers, not clothes.

I'm trying out body attack today. I've done that classs once, a few months back, and it's heavy. 45 minutes of toe curling, foot tapping pain. You have to run around a lot.

Fish pie with prawns, haddock and cod rocks. A sprinkling of cheese on the top, some peas and it'll have you dribbling.

Mt tune of the day: Ask yourself - Raheem DeVaughan

Don't cry for me ...

So we've signed Marcus Bent. That makes a Bent double up front. Bent to Bent, back to Bent to Bent ... Goal!!!!!

Bleeding blogger has been playing up most of the day. It's weighed down under the presure of all the bleedin January bloggers. Even Hogswell from Netaddicks is at it.

I had a kitchen cleaning frenzie last night. I need to actually redecorate the kitchen but I'll do that after the new washing machine has been delivered and installed. I'm thinking of turquoise, to complement the black splash backs and light wood doors.

I'm even thinking of buying a new hoover. I've seen that you can test a Dyson out for 28days money back guarantee if your not happy. I might give that a go. See if the thing can actually pick up dust ... as opposed to spreading it around. I'm thinking this is a good way of testing to see if the thing actually works.

A general question to the masses. Has anyone got a recommendation for a nice hotel in Barcelona? Only asking like.

Drink Pomegranite ...

My tune of the day: I Really Didn't Mean It - Luther Vandross

Issues and tissues

It's funny how email and t'internet get people all in a tis. The use of smily faces etc is so ... so boring. I'll say something "controversial" and them stick a smily on the end. Take offence how can you!!!! Some people also swear but put * in the middle. What's that all about?

It seems that we've gone and signed another Bent. This time it's Marcus from Everton. We've been linked with him for a few months now, even up to the point that Steve Bruce had thought he, Marcus had scored against them on Saturday. Get in there Steve.

Talking of Saturday it was enjoyable seeing the Addicks take 3 points and keep a clean sheet. Yep, Brum had most of the play but they didn't create anything substantial. A scramble, a wayward shot ... a save by Myhre right at the death. It's good coming away knowing that in reality we scrapped that one ... as opposed to having battered them and lost. Chris Sutton can kiss my ass.

It's a lovely day out today. Grey skies, rain in the air ... two weeks til payday.

Anthony and the Johnsons?? What's that warbling all about???

I watched Aviator over the weekend. It's quite interesting how little I knew of Howard Hughes other than he was a virtual recluse in the 70's. It's an interesting film ... but Dukes of Hazard it is not.

Welling had a good win at Blyth Spartans in the Trophy over the weekend. They're now away against Northwich or Woking.

My tune of the day: Somethin' - Mr V

Right back to you ...

So this is it. The end of the first full week, in er, weeks. It's been a struggle I can tell you. Fice full days. Five dark mornings, struggling to get up as the alarm goes off ... making a cup of splosh ... oh well. Then the struggle to the station, in the dark. Then cramming ones self onto a packed train. Watching people sniff, cough, croak. Happy New Year.

There seemed to be a lot of slow walking fat people around this morning. They all walk in a line as well. Why do fat people all walk in a line? I want to get past, move out of the way.

Charlton are at home tomorrow. Against the Brum. It's one of them games, especially if Murphy doesnt play. Which he won't.

I started back at the gym last week and I'm actually feeling good about it. It's actually great coming out of a TBC/ LBT or a spin class and having the endorphins swimming around your body. I've just got to keep the attitude right.

I saw Vinces interview on All Quiet. It struck me that he had hit a cord here. He is the only candidate that is truely independent. All the others seem to be stuck with the supporters club behind them.

Bromley/ Maistone/ Sussex by the Sea ... what about Charlton????? The team is called Charlton, and it's in South London. I want us all to sing "Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner ..." like we used to. But 75% of the Valley Express gang are from the Home Counties. I'm a Londoner and I'm going to sing it.

My tune of the day: Free - Mojo Project

Cry me a river ...

I wanted to watch the two hours of Lost last night so I got into bed and switched on. Unfortunately I had thought it started at 9 so I had to endure an hour of cheap minor-celebrity Big Brother. Well if Pete Burns had talked to me like that I'd have had to slap him in his trout like lips. Gorgeous George an MP!!!! Maggot, who he. Barrymore ... my god. What has the world come to. Send him back to New Zealand, and quickly. As for the Marsh bird, I felt a bit sorry for her when all and sundry were banging up. But it does make good crash TV.

As for Lost, it was 2 minutes, then a break ... five minutes then a break. Bleedin Yankie TV. All set up for the second series!!!!

It's the transfer window. In fact we've had 12 days off it, and typically Charlton have been closely linked with, absolutely no one. Well the odd story here and there but in reality no one. Pompey have signed about 10 new players. How does that work? How does that dozzy Russian see Pompey as an investement. They haven't even got a roof on half the ground. It's 2006 for christs sake. Make them put up a roof before they can sign anyone.

It's all gone a little stale on the Supporters Directot front. Brian Cole is lording it on Talksport and in the Guardian, but doesn't seem to get the reason behind him being on there in the first place. Given that the club sacked him. The current Supporters Director, Sue "Who" Townsend has come out firing ... how she single handedly built up the support in Maidstone and the Weald ... and the other two Vince included has gone a bit quiet. I'm still voting for Vince because we need an Independent Voice from CASC, but come on mate get your finger out.

My tune of the day: Party Harty - Velvet Hammer

Hold on ... wait a minute

It seems that some people get impatient. I just posted this pic up and had Kerry from Thamesmead saying what's that picture all about.

Well if you hang on I'll tell you.

Have you ever ended up at a place that you never knew existed? Well here you go. Yesterday I has to go to Seaford. So it was a train to London Bridge, a train to Wivelsfield!!!! A train to Lewes and a train to Seaford. At Wivelsfield!!!! I have 10 minutes to spare. So I took this picture. I had never previously been to Wivelsfield, and in reality never knew it existed. It's on the line to Brighton but if you blink you could well miss it. I can't remember the last time I went somewhere I never knew existed, not even Hogwarts.

Anyway as I was saying I went to Seaford. I had to pick up a new car. Well I say new car, it's a new car to me. A Merc 280SE Auto. It's like a bleedin tank. Drinks nuff petrol and doesn't have any sounds in it. It's actually quite funny. Having gone from a Mini to a tank takes some getting used to. I'm missing out width restricting posts for a few weeks.

It's the last two episodes of Lost tonight. Well this series anyway. So you can guess nothing will be explained.

We've given Orient 6k tickets for the FA Cup match, that did make me laugh.

My tune of the day: Ebony and Ivory - Stevie Wonder with a beatle

Walking a fine line ...

So did you have to walk to work today? The tubes are on strike ... but how it effects us no one really knows. I for one wasn't troubled. Cannon Street was open, so was Aldgate and Aldgate East ... so in reality I'm not sure what effect Bob Crow and his lemming have tried to create. The spirit of all Londoners has shone through ... if you believe that, well you are more of a fool than I thought.

So Charlton stuttered and spluttered through the tie oop North. Given that we are crap in the Cup, and that Orient beat Foolham, Leicester beat the Spudz and Burton drew with UManu Reserves we got off lightly. We are number 6 in the draw this afternoon.

It was quite funny on the pink obo list over the weekend. One of the Curbs Out brigade finally came out of the woodwork and showed himself. He was in fact pictured with one of the prospective Supporters Director Candidates up at Sheffield. It's been funny because certain contributors to the PO list thought he was a pseudonym. Who they thought he really was I'm not sure, but then again there are too many people up their own arse on there anyway.

It is quite alarming that people do actually go on chat sights etc and take on an alter ego. I actually have been accused of having different names on the Netaddicks site. In fact I have one alter ego once as a joke, it lasted for one post and was a specific gag that meant nothing to anyone. But some peeps have built a career on their as an altered state. I am Spartacus ...

My tune of the day: Flight - Monique Bingham feat. Studio Apartment

Go there Jimbob ...

Well my posting today is taken up by me repeating Jimbobs message on the comments section. Strictly for those in the know.

It's funny really, as an individual I'm not entitled to my opinion. Supposedly. If you go on what people are harping on about on the Pink Oboe list and Netaddicks.

Woody ... he who likes freaky rock commented that Ben Hayes was a Sensible choice for sensible Charlton fans. Fairs fair ... then me being me said

"Ben Whom ... ??? I never saw him at Grimsby!!!!"

Leave it there I thought but not old Woodster ... who to quote: That's cos you weren't there! And that's what the credentials are, is it? To have been to Grimsby?

Well I say "YES" THOSE ARE THE BLEEDIN CREDENTIALS ...

But then Jimbob pipes up ... gawd bless the Queen Mum ... no he didn't say that ... but he could have ...

Being one of the 86 supporters who traveled to Grimsby 3/4 days after 5,000 went to Liverpool away in the cup I can verify that Rick was there. He spent all the game singing "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves" from the front row of the stand to the point where their Goalie told him to shut up. I can also verify that Vince was there as I remember him moving away from Rick because it started getting on his nerves.
Anyway I know Vince very well. Although I sometimes question his blind faith and loyalty to Charlton there is no better candidate. I know he doesn't suffer fools gladly. He is also his own man as Rick will know as they have had their fallouts over the years. If you want to vote for a real fan for a change then vote Vince. If you want to vote for someone who wants to be a face down the valley then vote Brian Cole. If you want not a lot to happen unless you live in Maidstone vote Sue T. What the Bromley branch nearly succeeded in doing to the supporters club is scandalous and therefore although their candidate looks pretty sensible I wouldn't go down that road.
Charlton play in Charlton not Bromley or maidstone. If you want to live in Bromley or maidstone and want to support your local side then do it. Why can't they stick to their local interests such as dogging and wife swapping. (Karl!)
I live in Charlton and support Charlton. Rick lives in Lewisham but doesn't want the player of the year to move to Lewisham. Vince lives in Battersea but goes to Charlton to support Charlton. It is pretty simple really.
Clear this up for me. I pay £120 a year to Valley Gold to enable me first dibs on tickets. I then have to go down and purchase them in a queue like everyone else. I work, so find it difficult with the opening hours but I don't moan. Therefore why do a select few get preferential treatment. Do they pay £120. This should stop now!!

Vote Charlton Vote Vince.

Get in there Jimbob ... we all know what he is saying ... especially about the swapping and dogging. It's rife in the burbs ...

My tune of the day: Who let the dogs out - Baha Men

Vote Vince

Well there you go ... Vince has stepped up to the plate and I hope is about to hit a home run. It's that time when every Charlton fan, well season ticket holder gets to chose a fan to join the board as the Fans Director. This time, we have 4 candidates. If you want to have a fair run down of them, have a look at what the Inspector has to say. I for one am not going to be fair. Life deal you out cards, some you like some you don't.

I'm actually voting for Vince because I think he will do a good job. I say do a good job, and I mean it but in reality I think it will be try to do a good job. It seems to me that the Fans Director is a bit of a scam. It's all good publicity but come on, when the shit hits the fan the Fans Director won't be asked their opinion. Not when there are millions of pounds involved of peoples actual money.

Anyway I digress. I will be voting for Vince in the main because he stands outside of the Supporters Club, the Independent Supporters Club, Fanzines, Websites he is just the common man. The average fan, Joe public ... that's what I think the role needs. We've had Sue Townsend for the last 2 plus bit years. There have been complaints that she hasn't done anything. Well who am I to know what has or hasn't been done, but VOTV indicated on the Pink Oboe list that she has done more than she has been credited for. It's a shame that we aren't allowed to know what she has done. She was elected by the fans. But hey, what's the Fans Director for you. The other two candidates stand as independents, yeah right ... but have in the past been active members of the Supporters Club, worked with or for the club, been sacked by the club in one case ... and harp on about what sterling servants they are for the cause. Yeah right. So you wrote things for a Fanzine, you chaired the supporters club meeting, you are on the radio doing a Charlton phone in programme, yadda, yadda. Isn't that your choice? Isn't that the sort of person you are? We need someone independent, the man down the pub. It's just the old school feel slightly disenfranchised from the Club. Yes we've had Target 10,000, the Valley Express, travel blankets and the sidddaaan mob. But what about the poor sod who was at the Valley in the 70's and 80's. The kid who grew up watching Stevie Dowman, Paul Curtis et al. The poor kid who traipsed over to Leyton Orient on that Sunday to see us scrape a 0-0 with a Stan Bowles led Orient team. It's deep inside. Even if I am a tad cheesed off with results. Even if I can't be arsed to travel up to Sheffield for a no win situation match. I'll still be hurting if we lose, I'll still be trying to find the result when I'm thousands of miles away. We need OUR views looked after. I live local to Charlton. Well I say local, it's 15 minutes in the car. Look after my interests. Don't take the Player of the Year doo to Maidstone, as was spouted a few years ago. It's Charlton, have it in Charlton. It annoys me that Bromley/ Maidstone/ Hastings Supporters get first dibs at match tickets. Don't tell me they don't I've heard it straight from the horses mouth. Maidstone Supporters who use Sue Townsends coach, get tickets as a matter of course. I have to join the queue like everyone else, even though I have Valley Gold.

Anyway I'm sure all the candidates have Charlton at heart (sic) but I say VOTE VINCE.

My tune of the day: Wishin You Were Here - Blaze

Victim Support

For some strange reason I watched some of that Arse v UManU match last night. I watched between the snoozing that is. Jesus ... Champions League, they are indeed taking the piss.

News is rife of Dandy Murphy sceedaddaling to Newcastle. In exchange for Amdy Faye and Leeroy Bowyer, I think not. I could never work out why Dandy came to us in the first place and infact why we signed him. Yes he had a 8 game run at the start of the season where he was quality, but all of last season and the last 11 games, he's been as they say in France ... le Toilet. If Dandy plays for England so can I.

I've noticed an abundance of novelty ties over the last two days. Did people really get shite Simpson ties for Christmas? And then have the front to wear them!!! Move on, get a cravat.

I actually say a bloke with pressed jeans this morning. He has two white lines down the back of his legs. I nearly choked on my boiled egg.

I've been drinking green tea over the last two days ... it's started to taste nice ... NOT.

My tune of the day: Keep On Keeping On - Doug Willis

Hmmmmph ....

Well there she blows, as they say at sea. Christmas came and went, the New Year fizzed in with a rendition of Donald where's ya trousers. Back at work as though nothing happened. Time, space ... a final frontier. Sod that.

Charlton went up North again and lost. Surprise that. Losing to a team like Everton. Roll on 2006 things can only get better. I'm sure Sheffield Wednesday are quaking in their colective boots. I did think about going. Well I thought long and hard all for about 30 seconds ... then normality kicked in. I'm not forking out an arm and a leg for that shite.

So the train prices have gone up and everyone is bemoaning the fact. Well they go up every year and the service gets worst. Still people in record amounts use the damn things, so what's the problem. Stop using them and they would have to have a rethink!!!! There you go use something that isn't a train. Er, like a .... hold the front page.

Tom Jones is now a Sir. Delila willbe turning in her grave.

I think I might need to go and get my eyes tested. I've been squinting at the box over the last few days ... and it's no better with this screen.

I'm going for a curry.

My tune of the day: Free - Stephanie Mills

Happy New Year

Well there we have it ....a New Years Eve drinking Champers and texting all and sundry ... I then burnt my leg whilst cooking breakfast ...

Happy 2006

My tune of the day: Betcha wouldn't hurt me - Quinncy Jones

Weird

This time of year is actually quite weird. No work, not a lot to do but watch rubbish TV, and read rubbish newspapers. Today I learnt that the whole Ashes team are to get a New Years honour ...!!!! I learnt that Dennis Rickman in Eastenders is stabbed on New Years Eve !!!!!Micky Quinn gorged hi9mself at Christmas!!!!A girl aged 14 is bullied at school for being 20 stone!!!!!! Mystic Meg predicted that 2 peeps would win the lotto!!!! Becks wore a poncvho to dinner at Nobu!!!!! The Queen is going to abdicate!!!!! Hold on the last one may not be so true, but my Mum told me that on Christmas Day. She thinks now the Quen is 80 ... she will abdicate and Charles will become King George the something. Yep George not Charles, which is jinxed.

So has anyone been to the sale? Has anyone seen any bargains?? I popped into Selfridges the other day, but it was full of overpriced toot. I'm sure they have loads of rubbish sitting in the back especialy for this time of year. I did laugh when I saw a pair of Levi 501's reduced from £120 to £60. Hold on ... aren't 501's usually about 50-60 quid in every other shop? Or maybe it's me!!!!

Charlon are playing West Ham tomorrow ... bothered? I should be, but I can't get enthusiasm for a New Years Eve match ... what a load off old tosh. Just so they can play another game on 2 Jan. The FA are really taking the pish.

I see Vince and Mrs Vince got a mention i the Sun today. Vince moaned ... well that made me laugh.

My tune of the day: Symphony - Donnel Rush

Things

Just seen a bloke in a red Peugeot cut up a hearse at a roundabout ... some people.

Freezing

Right then ... as I lay on the sofa at 7:25 last night the news came that the Toon game was off. I did quickly think off all the poor Charlton souls who had made the trip up there, but I did think how lucky I had been not to stay up there for the game. John had said he had some spare tickets and tried to get me to stay. But I have to say wild horses ... wild horses.

It appeared tht Rommerdahl was back in the side. It seems strange that he didnt play against the Arse but what do I know.

It's my day off today and I'm at a loose end. I may have to crank up the heating and watch a DVD.

My tune of the day: Pride - Clivilles & Cole

Back to the grind stone

Well as I sit here Christmas has been done and dusted. A nice drive down to Brighton followed by a trip up to the Toon for a night out works for me. I put myself through the Charlton/ Arsenal nonsence but by then I just needed some fresh air.

I can't believe it was 2 years since the last decent game at the Valley. Charlton 4 Chelsea 2. In the two years since we've had a few wins but nothing spectacular. It's crap actually but we all go. I was quite impressed with Thomas Myhre infact I am now an admirer of Myhre. Gonzo did well until he was taken out by that Arse muppet. Steve Bennett didnt get glasses for christmas.

I've got a full days work ahead of me as I sit here in Aldgate. It's so quiet is eeery. Not a lot of traffic and I have indigestion. I have eaten so much rubbish. I may go and watch King Kong tomorrow ....

I need a cup of tea ....

My tune of the day: One World - Blaze

Yule Log

Christmas Eve and I'm on line. What is the world comming to? I have to go and pick up a car and then go and deliver a few pressies. I just have 10 minutes to kill ... so here I am.

I hope Santa brings you all you ask for, I hope there is peace and harmony around the world and that Thierry Henry has a bad day at the office and we can get right up em' ....

We need a bit of that Eddie Youds spirit.

Happy holidays ...

My tune of the day: Who needs enemies - Red Light

Pissed and emotional

It's actually quite good to go out and get pissed. It brings out the best in me. Sambucca shots being the ice breaker. Luckily I got a lift home. I didnt fancy stumbling and bumbling on the train.

I have to pop down to Sainsburys later. I have to pick up some goose fat and chestnuts for the dinner. Luxury items?

I bet Thierry Henry has a great Christmas. Couldn't believe his luck when he saw the fixtures. A shed full of goals down the Valley on Boxing Day.

I've got the Fantastic Four to watch on DVD on Christmas Day. Lying on my mums sofa chewing on a toffee or two.

Happy Christmas ...

My tune of the day: Christmas Song - Sammy Davies Jnr

The holy and the Ivy

 

Heavy Vibes

I finally received the last present this morning. I had thought that I had got all my timings wrong. Amazon are a bit of a liability like that. They just change delivery dates when they please. Sod that. Hopefully Brother G will be pleased.

I've been reading a lot about Jose Mourinho and Arsee Wenger of late. Do we care? Bovvvered? Well they seem to be enjoying their schoolboy feuding. A load of imbeciles the lot of them.

I actually watched Catherine Tate last night. I've never been that into it, but thought what the fcuk. It was actually quite funny, in a I know loads of them people type of way. Oh, and it was great to see Dave n'Chas at the End.

I'm actually looking forward to Christmas. I've got another lunch and some drinks tomorrow and maybe a curry on Friday. I think the gym calls. I need to get back to doing legs bums and tings ...

My tune of the day: Clean up woman - Betty Wright

Decimal Points

Quite unbelievable. The grief a decimal point can cause when calculating figures. Put it in the wrong place and you are, as they say in France ... La Fcuked.

I just bought Norman Jays Good Times 5 CD. It's actually a good mix of tunes, and I get another shout out in the credits, respect.

I had a nice lunch with Claire today. She told me of all the nice christmas presents she has bought for people. Christmas is actually a lovely time of year. But Natasha has said her company aren't doing Christmas. They are Global company so don't celebrate. Unbelievable.

I'm a tad bored today ... do need to go have some chocolate.

My tune of the day: Street Corner - Ashford & Simpson

Sing a happy song ...

I'm not sure I'd want to write anything about another Charlton disappointment on Saturday. Inept maybe, gutless for sure, cringeworthy without a doubt. How lucky was I that I didnt make the trip up to the JJB? This lucky ...

So can anyone explain how fixed the X Factor was? Yep Shane was ok, but when Cowell started purring over his Judy Garland impression you knew it was all over. He's the only one that would make them any money. Keely thinks Journey South will be the long game winners, but Cowell can only se the dollars shinning in his eyes. A young lad, nice voice ... Robbie Williams wannabe ... yep that's the way forward. I feel sorry for Brenda ... still the most pure voice on the show.

I didn't see Come Dancing but Goughy the winner. That's like Everest winning hair cut of the year.

I see Welling have been drawn away to Blyth Spartans of the Unibond Leage in the next round of the FA Trophy. A trip up North for the Wings, which could be interesting.

I did a bit of experiementing in the cooking department yesterday. I managed a cranberry/ maple syrup glazed chicken with Carrots Vichy, some roasted tats, and brussels with chestnuts in goose fat. It came out supurbly even if I say so myself ... so I'm down for the christmas dinner.

I also ended up watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory yesterday. Not a very good remake in my opinion. But I think you should watch Hitch, that was funny.

My tune of the day: When I'm dancin' - Lenny Williams

Toasted Sausage ...

So the party was a typical Christmasy affair ... vodka, food, more vodya ... ruined by the boss putting Sada Water in the Greygoose. So uncouth, with no style ...

I got home at 2:45 had some water and hit the sack. Seconds later the alarm was going off ... it was 7 o'clock. Why does that always happen? I was still dribbling when I jumped in the bath. Then the trains. Why is it so much easier to relax on the train when your still half cut? Headphones on, hood up .. sod the world.

It's another party tonight. It's a three way Birthday party, over Baker Street/ Bond Street way. I think it's going to be Brandy tonight. Or Dubonet. Can't decide. The only problem is the girls whos party it is are so old .... I'm sure it will be Like Back to 66 tonight.

It's the final of Strictly Come Dancing and X Factor tomorrow. Funny how they all finishg at once. I forgot Space Cadets is also finishing but sod that.

Charlton up at Wigan tomorrow. That was a game I wanted to go to, having never been to the JJB. But it's too near Chrimbo, I don't have the money ... maybe next year, if we stay up.

I need to have a stroll outside. The heebees are kicking in ... and I need some air. Cherry tomatoes and prawns. Mixed with some pesto, that'll do for my dinner.

My tune of the day: Take The Music To The Party - Chocolate City Connection

At Lords where I saw it ....

It is a lovely game this cricket. But a few months after the hullaballoo about winning the Ashes, England limp home against an ever improving Pakistani team. Thwacked for over 350 in a one day game this morning, don't expect to read about Englands demise on the back pages. Take a look well inside. UManU will be on the back page ... aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.

I caught up with Lost last night. I still can't work out what is going on. A deserted island, polar bears, weird stuff ... and death. That about sums it up. So I'll keep watching.

What is it with people who want to get up from their seats on a packed train and get to the door before the train is in the station!!!! This is whilst trying to put their jacket on and get their fags out. Luckily most of them don't have bikes.

Journey South ... what's that all about????

It's the office christmas party tonight. I'll try and stay clear of too much vodka ... but I can't promise anything.

My tune of the day: Way You Love Me - Ron Hall & The Muthafunkas/Mark Evans

74 seconds ...

Is anyone bothered? Alex Ferguson storms out, so what!!!! Move on I say, you're out of Europe well go win the league you idjut. UManU fans ... salt of the earth ... I doubt it.

I did 95 percent of my Christmas Shopping yesterday. I was quite surprised myself that I got it all done. I headed over to Oxford Street but was quite disappointed with the Christmasy feel of the place. Some cheap tat on the market stalls, and some shoddy window displays. I walked through Carnaby Street over to Covent Garden which had a Christmas Market with Santa right in the middle. You can't beat a few Christmas carols as well.

I wrapped all the stuff as well last night whilst watching Secret Smile on ITV. A bit strange it was too especially when David Tennant changed his accent because he was meant to be Scottish. All to far fetched for me.

I was listening to some tunes on the way to work and realised how selfish people actually are. There's some funny things people do that annoy me on the daily commute. You still get people sitting on the outside of a two seater when there are people standing. People who read their book miandaring down the platform once they get off. People who want to walk in a line, maybe 3 or 4 together so you can't get past. People who light up a fag as soon as they get off the train. Muppets on bikes that ride on the pavement or the wrong way down a street. Oh I could go on but that's not very Christmasy is it.

Have a mince pie this evening ...

My tune of the day: Santa Claus Go Straight To The Ghetto - James Brown

Half Day ...

So I'm going to do my Christmas Shopping this afternoon. I think I'm going to head over to Selfridges, then wander down to Covent Garden to have a nose in Urban Outfitters. I need to get some kitsch stuff, so I may have to get down to Greenwich at some point.

I've just taken delivery of some office chairs ... flat packed!!!!! What's that all about ....??

My tune of the day: Music Is My Friend - Arnold Jarvis

Underneath the arches ...

So we all got suited and encamped at the Excel centre. What for I do not know? I have seen some rubbish in my time, but that took the biscuit. Twelve rounds of strictly come dancing ... without the hip wiggling. The joint stunk ... never again I tell thee.

At least the mighty addicks got three points. That was quite dire as well, but three points is three points and I'd have taken that all the start of the match. I did think Sunderland were poor and what Julio Arca is still doing there is beyond me, but never mind.

I watched the 6 episodes of Extras yesterday. There were a few laughs, especially with Les Dennis but all in all very strange.

I see that Richard Prior passed away on Saturday. Now he was a comedian.

It's been interesting reading about Alan Shearer again today. Graeme Souness has even launched an impassioned defence of his skipper. Don't make me laugh. Souness said, in the North we are more confrontational than the rest of the country. Is he having a bubble? What an idiot. Alan Shearer is a dirty player, always was, has been and will be. He cheats, he moans, he bitches. That's the bottom line. I've seen the tackle by Shearer on Campbell and he didn't even get a yellow. Gilberto got two yellows for tame tackles in comparrison. It makes me laugh.

I have to tidy the flat today. Oh and it's my Mums birthday. Happy Birthday mother dearest.

My tune of the day: Let me know Your Feelin Me - GU ft Leroy Burgess

Real Issues

So Jimbob wants real issues!!!!!

Did you see Question Time last night? Real Issues, real issues ... we had to endure an hour of George Osborne, smug or what. He even quoted some goings on at the first Cameron/ Blair Prime Ministers Question Time. Cameron suggested that Mr Blair was "stuck in the past", and told him: "I want to talk about the future, you were the future once." He then went on to talk about Education. Good onHillaryy Benn who commented that Cameron had said schools should control their own admissions. Do we want to live in a country that goes for this? Maybe you do. You can stop the diverse mix of kids that actually hardens children to everyday life, or just let them mix with themselves. A class full of identikit children. You decide!!

I found it strange that David Cameron hasn't wowed us with any policies. They continue to bang on about giving the people what they want, an alternative to New Labour. But think back. Go on, just think back to when Mrs T was closing down the industrial north, privatising the railways, selling off all the council houses. What was the economy like then? What was the inflation rate? The interest rate? Need I go on?

A real issue iswhetherr Rads will be back in midfield come Saturday? He has been a scape goat , I freely admit. But theydefinitelyy missed him last Sunday when Man City had the freedom of South London. It will be an interesting game. A game Charlton should win, I say should with a grin on my face. I've never been to a game thinking we were going to win. Strange really ... even the pre season games at Park View Road. I'm actually looking forward to it. There should be quite a surreal atmosphere.

Keeping on a football theme, I was browsing Time Out on my way to work. I came to the sports pages and started to read Alex Hammonds take on the Charlton/ Sunderland match. Now are all journalists the same here. Do they not know the subject they are writing about? To quote this idiot .. "THE ADDICKS HAVE TRUDGED THROUGH AND MOSTLY LOST, SOMETRULYY TEDIOUS GAMES." So what tedious games were these? The 3-2 game against Spudz, the 3-1 against UManU, the 5-2 against City, the 3-2 game against Blackburn. Surely these gamesweren'tt tedious? The idiot then goes on to say that the only hope for excitement is that Charlton continue to freefall and are dragged into the exhilarating dog fight at the bottom. Now there you have it from a London magazine. I'm not sure why they don't keep theiropinionss to themselves.

I shaved all my hair off last night. I had been thinking about it for a few days and last night I just got the clippers out. It was damn cold this morning.

I have to get cracking with buying christmas presents. I haven't the foggiest what to get people, so I'm thinking of taking half day next week.

My tune of the day: Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart - The Trammps

CHRISTMAS IS A COMING ...

It finally came home to roost, Christmas that is. I went to the London Palladium to see Tommy Steel in Scrooge and I'd have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. I had read some reviews that put a downer on it, saying it was not a great show, a bit sanctimonious, not in the spirit of how Charles Dickens would have seen a Christmas Carol ... but I would have to say I totally disagree. If you go and see a Tommy Steel musical you know what you are getting. Songs, songs and more songs. For 68 Tommy who still gets his Pie and Mash from Manzies is a consummate entertainer. If you enjoy this sort of thing at Christmas go and see it, or stay in and watch Space Cadets.

It seems I may be doing the Christmas lunch this year. I told my Mum that it's time for her to put her feet up and I will do the duty. I think I'll take down the Jerk seasoning and some sweet potato. I hope Jimbob gets some fizzy lemonade this year.

I see that Simon Jordan got fined. It was interesting seeing him comment outside the FA. He was, in his own words appalled, but not surprised. Then he went on to say something about nobody being beyond criticism, yadda, yadda. Blimey ... I had to sit down. This is the same Simon Jordan who carpeted Charlton fans for celebrating sending Palarse down. The same Palarse who don't care about Charlton, and don't see us as a rival. The same Palarse who cry and moan about everything, look at the current Andy Johnson situation with Werst Ham. Well Mr Jordan, if I may be so bold .. sod ya.

I actually saw that Michael Essien tackle last night. I wonder why Matty Holland doesn't tackle?

I've just been told the boys are going suited and booted to the Harrison/ Williams fight on Saturday. It may give me the opportunity to try out a new outfit.

My tune of the day: Life Ain't What It Seems - Sterling Ensemble & Sara Devine

Thank you very much ...

Right, off to see Tommy Steel today. I'll give a full run down later on.

Rose tinted glasses ...

A romantic notion that Southend victory. The day they came to town and whooped us 3-0. It was a comical game with comical Steve Brown defending. Poor old Jimbob, old age must be clouding his judgement. Yes we had a laugh, we even went and stood up the back of the stand with the shouty mob, but per-lease, it wasn't that good. The best game around this time was the 2-0 victory at the New London Stadium when Bows got sent off, Chicken Chapple got stretchered off and Morts rang rings around the blue hords in the snow ... oh what a day. Unfortunately football today is about the money. If they get paid 40 grand a week, they should show passion, they should show ability, they should show gile, tenacity, humour ... all the things Dandy Murphy lacks. In between his pirotetes he shows lack of ambition, moodyness ... contempt. Poor old Archibald he's got to put up with this shower as a 7 year old,

Now I saw the trailor for King Kong, and I have to say I'm looking forward to seeing it. Yes it's a tad Titanic like, as we all know the ending but it looks good. I am easily pleased I know, but it'll be like watching Vince with the hump.

It's Chelsea v Liverpool on the Champions League tonight. "V" HOW MANY OF THESE IN BOVVVVERED.

I had a non descript journey to work today. On the train, headphones on ... Raul Midon singing to me, a cheese biegel, happy days. The thought of Christmas Shopping is actually getting to me.

It's Tommy Steele tomorrow. Now I have been told the show itself is rather disappointing, but hey, it's an afternoon out of the office watching a christmas show.

My tune of the day: Sunshine - Raul Midon

I decided not to go to the match yesterday. I popped down the pub to give a a couple of tickets back and then went home. I didn't miss it, didn't feel any less of a fan ... I was just happy to sit on my sofa and watch Terminal with Tom Hanks instead of a bunch of terminals out on the pitch.

I had afternoon tea and cakes at the Park Lane hotel on Saturday. A very civil afternoon, in fact I could get quite accustomed to living the life. Everything was hunky dorry until a coach load of Russian Chelsea fans, scarves, bags etc all arrived on mass. Corporation footabll you can stick it.

I put the tree up yesterday as well. In fact after some initail problesm, like trying to set it up upside down it looks great. All black and tinselly ... with silver balls.

I am having an ongoing rice discussion at the moment and find some peoples method of cooking rice very slap dash. There seems to be a school of thought that has you overloading the nrice with water which is then drained off when the rice is cooked. I am told this is to clear any excess starch. Well you can imagine this being taught at school.

The early morning sun has disappeared and it's started to rain ... how depressing is that?

Oh and I found this pic in the draw over the weekend. Shout out to Mr Murray.

My tune of the day: Porcupine - Nature Zone

Trolly alert ...

Has anyone notice the amount of people with bags on wheels around town on a Friday. Cannon Street tube was like an It's a Knockout Special this morning, as people bumped and bored their way onto the platform. Big red ones, small black ones ... some as big as ya head. I don't get it, fat people wheeling little bags, pick them up and carry them you twats.

I still haven't got over the defeat on Wednesday but it seems Jerome Thomas did after getting arrested outside a nightclub last night. Go out, have a drink go home. It's not hard is it. Footballers, if they had brains they would be dangerous.

I was watching Sky Sports last night and they showed Alan Shearers assault on that Everton player a week or so ago. He stops. looks ... elbows. That spat with the Grimsby geezer wasn't his fault was it ... swings and roundabout.

It's actually December so I can start thinking of Christmas. I did a search for Christmas songs on my PC .. and was surprised to find some classics on there. Including a Sesame Street Medley. That may be Grahams tune of the day up in the Rockies. I also found some Stevie Wonder Christmas tunes. I can feel a new ringtone coming on.

I was thinking about Christmas pressies. It gets harder each year. Most people have everything they want ... so they just want frivolous things from the likes of me. My bro wants wine, my Mum a ghetto blaster, so I'm trawling the internet for one of these. Me, I haven't a clue to what I want.

Seems like the England Cricket team have come crashing down to earth. A day to save the match but still lose the series. Happy times ahead in India me thinks.

My tune of the day: Silver Bells - Stevie Wonder

Lemon Pudding

I got in last night and helped myself to a low fat Lemon Sponge Pudding, with added full fat custard, but somethings have to give. I needed cheering up, I needed some sort of comfort. Yep I had been down the Valley and sat there miserable as sin as Blackburn rolled into dodge and took away the bounty. For 75 minutes we had done okay. Not great, but okay. We had been two nil up and were going the right way in shutting the game down. Oh well this is Charlton that we support.

It was summed up by Jimminy Bob saying that Teddy had seen one victory this year. He has missed some of the night games as he's 7, also the Wigan game as he was on holibobs ... but had seen one victory in nearly a year. He should go follow Luton, at least it would be an adventure.

I'm not a great lover of booing the players, but I can't condone the people who did last night. They've paid their money, taken their chance and maybe needed to get another inept performance off of their chests. Danny Murphy got man of the match according to the Sun. Yep Danny scored a good goal but spent most of the game pirouetting, moaning ... standing still and trying shots from the halfway line. When the going gets tough our Dannys head drops, he struts, snarls ... loses the plot. Oh well it's only a game of football, it's not life or death.

It also made me laugh that Kish has been getting a hammering from a lot of supporters. Well we all have different outlooks on the game, but I just see the mistakes that Kish makes actually being punished and teams scoring goals from them. Against Chelsea, against Spurs ... against Blackburn. I know he doesn't do it on purpose but a mistake is a mistake is a mistake. Sometimes you need to give him a break, let him reflect have a week or so off ... he'll still get his money.

I've just been looking at the Charlton website. It actually brightened my morning to see some of the quotes.

"If I'm being honest I would have swapped a result tonight for a win on Sunday. Everyone talks about wanting a cup run but I'm not sure how much the fans want it - it was a half-empty stadium out there. The league is what we're all about."

Yep that's why I wasted 15 notes. I could have stayed in and watched Lost.

I got the DLR into work today. I saw on the news that the trains and District line weren't chipper so decided to take a stroll. It's a different type of commute on the driverless train. It gets packed up until Canary Wharf then theres room to swing that cat. It's more of a summer trip though, so I'll be back with the bike pushers, rucksack wearers tomorrow.

My tune of the day: New York City Woman - Sunburst Band

Blimey O'Reilly ...

I was browsing ebay as one does and came across a few Charlton items. Now for some reason Charlton as a club seem to want to sell certain items on ebay, I've never worked this out, but at least you know it's genuine. I have a signed Charlton shirt that I won at the Player of the Year doo a couple of years back, which I have hanging up in my hallway. I say hanging up, well it's on a hanger behind a number of winter coats. It's a size XXXL and is gigantic. Too big for me to frame or wear so I keep thinking I'll put it on ebay. But who would believe it's genuine? The fact that it is, and I have quite good feedback should mean I get a good price. Hopefully.

After me thinking that Welling may get to play Harrow Boro in the FA Trophy and that I know the Harrow manager, they only went and lost in the replay against Redbridge. That means it's Welling v Redbridge in the First Round Proper. So much for my Cup Predictions. So I won't be mentioning Charlton v Blackburn tonight ... DOH!!!!

Some people live in cloud cuckoo land. Kevin for example believes he is a great footballer because his Swedish Pub team is in Division 6 of the Swedish League. Never mind. It's a bit weird at the office here to listen to some of the conversations. Some people can't do things for themselves, they can't work their way out of a problem. They continually ask, how do I do this, that or the other. It's actually quite depressing.

Why do people get to the ticket barriers and then look for their ticket? Or go through the barrier then stand there trying to put it away not allowing anyone else to go through the barrier.

It seems like England are just about hanging on in the cricket. It was a shame Collingwood tried to twat the ball before he could get to his century.

It's a day nearer to christmas.

My tune of the day: For Love - King Britt feat Grover Washington

I'm a Celebrity ... why don't you cripple me?

I had the TV on in the background. I wasn't paying much attention. I was pottering. Moving some magazines around, looking on ebay, washing up, just pottering. I'm not a great lover of reality TV programmes, especially Celebrity ones, but this was all a bit near to the mark.

So lovely Aussie bird Kim Davies, who she we all asked ... dropped herself out of a helicopter and in the process nearly paralyzed herself. Word on the TV show was a minor knock as they sat on the bank sipping pink champagne. Very strange TV ... and a ratings winner, NOT!!!!

It was nice to get a couple of comments yesterday. I thought that people weren't interested any more ... or didn't have anything to bring to the party.

Yes Bluewater is getting just like Lakeside. I was led to believe it was meant to be a pit up market!!! What I saw was a sad shopping centre for sad people. I won't be rushing back. I'll do my Chrimbo shopping up the Kings Road, Portabello and Covent Garden. Wrapped up warm, with a glass of Egg Nog or Mulled Wine ... surely that's what it's all about?

I think I missed the anti animal cruelty thing in the Sun. I too need to change paper, but I don't know which one would suit. I may have to try a different one each day and just check them out.

I also agree on the Pink Christmas tree issue, maybe a bit too garish. I bought a black one instead. It's all the rage supposedly.

It's nearly Christmas, only a couple of days then I can get in the mood.

My tune of the day: I Just Wanna Do My Thing - Edwin Starr

It's Christmas Time ...

So I went down to Bluewater yesterday. The traffic was fine, but parking was a tad dyer. I do often wonder, when I actually get there why I am there. The shops are crap, the food over-priced, the people ignorant. I suppose you can't do all your shopping on line.

I actually bought my first groceries on line on Friday. I say groceries, but I actually mean wine/ beer. I bought them off the Sainsburys site and had them delivered down to my Mum. It was actually pain free. I just hope they delivered what I ordered.

I'm trying to put the Charlton pains out of my mind. We always play painfully at Villa, and the trend continued on Saturday. I tried listening to the game on line, but I had some paint that I needed to watch dry. In fact I watched the Egg chasing. The best bit was the fisticuffs ... so that just goes to shoe how good Rugby really is. A stupid sport.

I see that Welling Utd are in the First Round proper of the FA Trophy. They have a home draw against either Redbridge or Harrow Boro. I know the Harrow Borough manager David Howells, so I may take a visit down to the San Siro.

I'm having a Kevin moment as I contemplate buying something I don't need. A new Christmas tree. The one I have is 10 years old but works perfectly, but I want a change. A silver one, pink one ... black one? You decide.

I do find it a bit scary that Christmas seems to start earlier and earlier each year. It's not even December yet and even I am talking about Christmas. I've seen trees up, lights on ... and queues for Santa Claus. I'm waiting for the first sight of reindeer horns on the Office girls, Christmas is a coming and the goose is getting fat.

My tune of the day: We Are Unity - Umosia

Hairy forlock ...

Mobile phones ... what did people do before they were small independent devices? Why are they the bain of ones life.

I've had a morning where I've stood in a shop waiting to pay, and had to stand there whilst the assistant f*cks around with their mobile. The shop was empty, I wanted to pay but we had an awkward 3 minutes whilst he sent a text. What's that all about ...???? The same thing happened in the Co-op the other night. I got to the front to the queue and the woman suddenly pulled out a mobile and began texting ... what is the world coming to?????

How cold is it where you are? PQ moaned that it was snowing where he was this morning. I think he may be in Afganistan though.

The thing I have realised that I like about this time of year is ... Eggnog.

My tune of the day: Love and Happiness - Monty Alexander

Jungle fever ...

So we can all go on a 24 hour drink-athon, or not as the case may be!!!! It's always puzzled me as to why you couldn't go to Tescos or the Corner Shop at 4 in the morning and get a bottle of Vody. Yoy could if you knew where to go, but legally. I have some friends round, the fridge is bare but Tescos couldn't sell me a beer. Does that make me a piss head? Will that mean that I will be spending more time in the boozer? Well watch this space.

I actually voted for Labour 4 years ago because extended licensing laws was on their manifesto. They dropped it soon after and it's taken 4 years to be put back on and go through. I think it's a damn good thing. If some people abuse themselves by excessive drinking, excessive eating well sod them. Ban then from medical treatment. Is that bad? Nah ... course it ain't ... we have to give people the right to drink, if they go over the top that's their fault. Leave them to it.

Typically Lewisham can't put up a list of the pubs/ clubs that have applied for a license, but I presume that's because they are all concentrating on the bleeding parking restrictions going on.

I booked to go to the Palladium in a few weeks to see Tommy Steel in Scrooge. I'm taking my mother. I'm good like that.

Happy Thanksgiving to all the Americans out there ...

My tune of the day: Be Thankful - Jamie Lewis feat. Michelle Weeks

Very Strange

As cold as it is, there are still people in the morning standing around in just a suit jacket. Typically they get my train and spend the time between the Green and London Bridge coughing and spluttering.

Take a look around you tomorrow morning and look at the extremes that people are wearing. The Eskimos to the sunworshippers.

I had a curry at lunchtime and am so full up it's not funny.

My tune of the day: Here's to you - Metropolis ft The Sweethearts

This was passed to me. Given that the person sending it said I was this Sad, I have to say at no point would I be that sad.

But here it is in full ...

"You know I have a thing for words. Right pedant, I am. So the photo aboveis one I have had in mind for some time. It is a photo of each of the 14 signs at a particular tube station in London. I did not miss any. Picasa added a couple of photos to make an even block of sixteen, but my point should still come across. None of these shots are edited. Can you see why this particular station is a source for frustration? It is not as obvious as it first appears. There is one very obvious
reason. Then ... well ... look a little deeper."

Jesus ... if I do get that sad, please let me know.

I was scanning the metro and came across the story of the woman who won a £50k payout for sexual descrimination. The story goes that she was forced into showing her breasts at a nightclub, when someone suggested they have a best chest in the company competition. Oh well, we can only summise, but I'm sure the words No, and f*ck off would have worked.

My tune of the day: The Crown - The Gary Byrd Experience

The Dark Ages

Yes, yes ... typically Charlton played up to UManU's standing as top of the food chain, and rolled over in their usual way. If you want to read about the game, go to the Charlton site ... because I haven't got much to say.

I woke up this morning, and after a cup of tea switched the News on. It was full of the Police shooting in Bra'fd, and new son the Cricket teams demise but then a news story came up that hit me. An Amnesty International Poll says that a third of people believe a woman is partially or completely responsible for being raped if she has behaved flirtatiously, and worn suggestive clothes.

Hold on ... have I got this right. Three point three recurring of people out of every ten, believe that a flirtatious woman deserves to be rapes, or to put it correctly deserved it if it happened? There we go. You get what you deserve, in fact it's most probably all them foreigners coming over 'ere taking our jobs, that do it. But then again "our" women wouldn't flirt with them.

There was a quick discussion about it and then they moved onto the weather. If you had blinked you would have missed it, but it's unbelievable. We are living in the year 2005. We can all stand up for what we believe in, that's the crux of it ... but some people are seriously deluded. Seriously, and I mean it.

Anyway, I got to work. The trains where about slow but there was a leaf on the line. I get to work, and logg onto the Charlton Site, just to see the clubs view on our defeat. Whooaaaa. Top billing ... Addicks move to ban Manchester United fans, what's this all about? Well it seems that Charlton are to attempt to ban Manchester United fans from The Valley after a female member of staff was sexually assaulted and a steward was injured.

Sexually assaulted. Jesus, she was helping out with the Disabled fans. Now can we find these three point three three recurring people who may have thought her skirt was too short, or her lippy too red!!!! It's quite amazing to think that this sort of thing would happen.

But hey, I'm s Celebrity Get Me Out of Here ... is on. Two weeks of absolute sh*te.

My tune of the day: Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye

Children in Need

Well tonight's the night for Lenny Henrys yearly TV appearance. But having just looked at the cast list I'm not sure if he's on it. That'll be a shame. Well we'll have to watch Terry Wogan instead.

It's been a lovely winters day again. It's absolutely freezing, but the sun doth shine, and there's a spring in my step. That must be down to the tuna sandwich I had at lunch. Rock on.

So Rob Roy Keane has left UManU a day before they descend on the Valley. We'll most probably get the return of the Chuckle Brother instead. I've always admired Keane as a player but not as an individual. He's in the Shearer school of it's my ball and I'll take it home if I want. The way he spits bile at the refs is disgusting, the way he walked out on his country is contemptible, and the way he broke Haalands leg, well wonders never cease.

Les Reed has returned to the club with his lucky soup. I think it was Oxtail but I may be mistaken.

The heat is on with Daily Mail readers as we will have to retire at 67. Blimey another 40 years for me. I'd better start putting some pennies aside.

My tune of the day: Rain - Kerry Chandler

It's a lovely day ...

Blimey, don't you just love days like this. A cold day it maybe, but it's bright and sunny and has a slight twinkle in it's eye. Lovely.

I had a lovely evening last night, watching Jamie Olivers Italian programme, Grand Designs then Lost whilst eating some fish n'chips. I live the life I do.

I've just had a nice Thai Soup over at London Bridge. Now you can't beat a Thai Soup.

This week seems to have dragged on a bit. I think it's because it seems like a lifetime waiting for UManU to turn up and beat us on Saturday. I didn't put myself through it last season and luckily had Orinns boat party to attend instead. This time round it's a bit too cold for Boat Parties.

I've also just had Wendal on the phone. Tickets for the Audley Harrison and Danny Williams fight have been procured. Should be a slobberknocker.

My tune of the day: Listen 4 it - Markus Enochson ft Ingela Olson

Changing of the guard ...

I was trawlling through a few webpages this morning and came across one called Square Football which has an interesting article on Danny Murphy including a comment from Charlton Athletic Supporters Club chairman Paul Nottage. Blimey, I was sure that Paul wasn't the Chairman but I may be wrong, but still a comment from our leader ...

"Danny Murphy has been a revelation this season and I think on present form he deserves a call up to the England squad. I am still unsure why Jenas was selected for the last two games ahead of Murphy as some Spurs fans were saying how bad be was playing. I would select him in the squad but in the position he plays for Charlton he would have to dislodge Frank Lampard in the England team. If I was Sven and had to play him I would play him alongside Lampard with Beckham on the right and King on the left."

King on the left???? No Gerrard, no Cole, blimey things must be bad. As much as I'm liking what Danny is doing for us he won't get in the England Squad let alone the team. Luke Young will be outted once the Chuckle Brother is fit. Oh for giving Benty a chance over Crouch, but we can only dream.

It seems like Cricketing normality is back with us. I woke up at 6 this morning to watch what I thought would be the back end of an England victory. I put the kettle on, turned the heating up and switched on. 123 for 7. Blimey was it Lara and his mob I was watching. No, just a reality check for Pieterson et al. Maybe you should cut your hair and concentrate on the job in hand.

There are moments that make you shake your head. The fax machine isn't working I hear. Have you taken a look at it I reply, does it have ink, paper ... something lodged in it's workings. Yes. yes ... but it doesn't work. I raise myself up, wander over and notice it has no paper. It has no paper I say, Oh I thought you meant paper in the top, under the shelf comes the reply. I shake my head and go and put the kettle on.

I'm feeling fish and chips again tonight. I may make my own chips. Test out my chilli infused oil for frying.

My tune of the day: Shout it out - Louis Benedetti

All change ...

So it's bye bye Curbs.

In 48 hours Alan Curbishley will be the new Glasgow Rangers manager and we will be left with Ken Craggs. It's a difficult call in reality, because I'm sure it would be a position that would interest Curbs. But would he take it? It could mean the end of his up and coming reputation. It could mean that he actually has to deliver something. It could mean that he would be expected to play slightly more adventurous, away at Partick Thistle.

On a different note, I just found out that Eddie Guerrero died late last week. Now the name Eddie Guerrero wouldn't mean much to most people. But he does to me. I still end up watching the WWE most weekends, both Raw and Smackdown. I've watched it since I was young and find it entertaining. Sorry. But Eddie Guerrero was the Latino Heat. He was a past Champ in the WWE, in WCW and ECW. He was one of the guys who made me smile.

I was caught in the rain this morning. I do prefer cold, sunny mornings to wet ones. But the thing that made me laugh, or not was the fact that we all had to budge up on the 7:54 so Mr Plastic Fantastic could get his sopping wet, dripping, dipping bike on the train. When I noticed it's front wheel lodged against some blokes trousers I just tutted. Me I would have been having words. I was even more amazed when half the train then got up from their seats and wanted to get off before me, you and the bloke with the cycle.

My tune of the day: Calma - Bah Samba

Relax

Righto ... back in some semblance of the living. I had Friday off, I was so bunged up. I was therefore able to spend three days camped out on the sofa. Quality time ...

Quality time on the sofa was helped by a great display from the England Football players. At last a match that actually got the cockles crowing, the belly flopping, a match that meant something to somebody. It's always good to stuff them Argies. I was also able to catch a bit of Inspector Spector playing for the USA against Scotland, some of the Egg chasing, the cricket and that rubbish they call X Factor. Now I don't want to harp on about it, but how that Maria got voted out is well .. beyond me. Those Nolan Sister wannabee's are shite!!!!! Nicholas not much better.

It's quite weird when there is no Charlton match. We seem to go weeks on end without a game then they all come along at once. We have UManU next Saturday, and already the writings on my wall. We never step up against the Salford Red Sox, we just bottle it. All the usual empty seats will be full, there will be a non party atmosphere, and it will be head in hands time again. Ryan Giggs always gets the run of the Valley ... oh well.

Id have to say it's actually good to see Luke Young grow in confidence every time he plays for England. He'll be opening the batting soon enough.

It's been one of them days at work today. It's 3:30 and you realise that you haven't stopped from first thing this morning. There comes a point every now and again when you realise that the world is full of crazy people, with their own agendas. I don't understand it myself.

I still can't work out how Maria got voted out of X Factor!!!!!

It's not too far off Christmas ... Jesus!!!!!

My tune of the day: Can I Hear The Drum - Scott Wozniak

Oh well

There I was penciling away this morning when Windows logged me out. I had only gone to have a lemon, and I came back and the PC had been switched off. It was one of them frequent updates that required you to reboot.

Never mind.

It's a happy birthday to Claire, 27 I think she is. Drinks tonight around Liverpool Street. I might have to drink tea, with a bit of honey. I'm still suffering.

Luckily there's no footie this weekend. Unless you count England against the Argies in Genevre. I'll watch X Factor instead.

My tune of the day: Looking Up to You - Michael Wycoff

Still suffering ...

I've been snigffling like a sniffling thing all day and night. Blowing my nose, coughing ... winter is definately here. It was so cold this morning. I can't actually believe that it's November already. Where has the year gone?

I had my Southport bag delievered last night. It meant I didnt have to cart it back on the train, which I was grateful for.

I had Sausage and Mash for lunch. I'm not one for the pseudo trendy places, but just felt like some good old English fayre. I'd have to say the service wasn't the best, the mash was cold and the ambience not what I'd really want. Not sure I'll be rushing back.

Have I said I'm still suffering from the weekend!!!!!

Roll on tomorrow I say ...

My tune of the day: Just Got Paid - Ron Carroll

Take some time out ....

Right ... back from the adventures up North. The Southport Dance Music Weekender actually rocked. I would have to say it was great to bump into all the old timers and friends. Joe Claussell played an unbelievable two hour set, closely followed by Tony Humphries. It was at the end of that set that I had to virtually crawl back to the chalet. It was good to see the Boy Bowman, Mush in the Bush, Craig, Wend, Big Dave. Oh how we laughed.

But it's back to reality, and a bit of a drubbing by Blackburn. We got spanked, oh well.

I'm sitting here spluttering, cvoughing and sneezing. I haven't had a cold for a few years now. But it's hit me this time. I can't concentrate.

I need my bed ....

My tune of the day: I Might Do Something Wrong - Tortured Soul

Let's get ready to rumble ...

Why do people speak so loudly on the phone? Even in the office on a landline, I do not need to hear your conversation!!!!

People do actually have some crass ringtones on their mobiles as well. Name and shame ... name and shame!!!!

I had a look for ITV4 on Sky Dig-i-cal last night. But couldn't find it. I was told it was being piped through Men & Motors but I couldn't find it. It begs the question why am I paying so much money for crap!!!! / ????

It's the Southport weekender this er, weekend. It's guaranteed to rain, in fact I don't think I have ever been up to Southport in November when it doesn't rain. It's all about doing the Humpty Dance though. I have a few outfits that I need to try out.

I was reading Time Out this morning and did actually laugh out loud. They mentioned the My London feature in the ES Magazine, that usually says things like, so you're rich and famous and you like ... oh, some expensive restaurant in Chelsea. Rocking.

I subscribed to the Charlton text service through T-Mobile a few weeks ago. So far I have learnt that there was a traffic jam on the Thames Road near Dartford, Danny Murphy got a plaque and that Blackburn tickets will go on sale soon.

Welling Utd play 'Udder-s-field this Sunday in the First Round proper of the FA Cup. Good luck is what I say.

My tune of the day: Let's Be Young - Quentin Harris

Quite remarkable ....

 

It's grim ooop North ...

But we still seem to go there ...

I wonder why????

My tune of the day: U Make Love Springtime - Teena Marie

Stuffed ...

It's quite easy being a Charlton fan. Some great moments in the spotlight, then some Sundays ruined by woeful performances on the Saturday. These days I don't get too caught up in it. I'll take a win, but can spot a defeat a mile off. Why I never had a pound on Kevin Nolan on Saturday? We are in reality not that great. We have a competent team a few good players, but a few suspect. I don't really see what Inspector Spector will do for the team. When you realise it took Luke Young a good two years to settle down into the Charlton way of thinking/ playing taking Spector on loan for a season was never going to work. What are we in the business of helping UMan U develop players? If Spector turns out to be a great defender we will be doing ourselves no favours, if he turns out to be Pony we will be doing ourselves, er ... no favours. I don't get it myself.

I watched Batman Begins yesterday, and I'll have to say I was pleasantly surprised. I wasn't expecting too much, but it was a good Sunday lunchtime film that kept the interest going for two hours.

I had one of them Monday mornings today. It was dark and damp outside, the bed was warm and I could have just stayed there. I eventually got up, had a quick bath and strolled to the station. The trains are always delayed this time of year. Damp leaves on the line. It's also the time when people start spreading germs on the train. I'm going to get one of them Sars/ Bird Flu masks. That will be the look for winter.

I eventually got to Aldgate at a sensible time. Crossing the road near to Leman Street I was bibbed and splashed by some muppet racing round a corner. He then pulled into a nearby carpark and I'd ben having one of them mornings. Maybe not the greatest thing to do, but I go marching after him. What the hell are you playing at ...???? I yell. Learn your Green Cross Code he replies. I think at that point I should have used the C word and had done, but I burst out laughing, nodded my head said my dads bigger than your dad ... and went for a sausage sandwich.

My tune of the day: Date with the rain - Eddie Kendricks

'Allo Mum ...

Quality. Absolute quality. The Mitchell Bros are back in the Square. Yes, I know ... in reality you should never go back to the bouncy castle but just to see the look on Ian Beales face was pure comedy. No wonder they won Best Soap ....

Taling about Soaps I can't wait for Les and Cillas wedding this week on Corrie. The Quo make another appearance ... do I need to get a life?

Does anyone actually smoke any more? It's such a bad/ sad habit. Ban it all now, from trains, planes and automobiles.

Back to reality with the footie tomorrow. Bolton at the Valley ... they always do well.

My tune of the day: I'll Give It All I've Got - Lenny Fontana Presents Byron Stingily

Fifty percent service ...

On the District Line last night. Then as we know everything from Charling Cross shuts at 11:30. Maybe that would bother me on a normal night, but last night wasn't just any night. It was the night Mourinho and his band of half wits lost at the spiritual home that is Stamford Bridge. Yep, they lost on penalties but I think you'll find that they still lost. England don't say they didn't lose to Germany at Euro 96, or Sunderland didn't lose in 98. I can still see all them Italians saying they didnt lose the World Cup in 94. Oh well Jose, I'm sure Jorg was having a beer for you last night.

A quick shout out for the good guys out there, led by the one Chrissy Powell. After saying that maybe Chrissy had seen better days he put all that to one side last night and led by example. True gritt, a top geezer if ever there was one.

On the downside, Alan Shearer is all over the papers. I wanted to do him, blah, blah ... bleedin blah. If you see the pictures Shearer "accidently" elbowed Jason Whittle before getting one back. I excentuate thye word accidently because we all know that Shearer has gone round wacking people for years. Jon Fortune got done, as did a few Villa players before a slightly innocuouse challenge gave Wor Alan a second yellow and his first sending off. I remember him booting a Leicester player in the head, and diving over Andy Petterson to try and win a penalty down at the Valley. Let's have an interview with Justin Whittle.

I picked up a copy of thye S*N on the train this morning. I just finished skimming it, and in the letters page I read ... " I am very saddened by the fighting in Birmingham between blacks and Asians. Surely they should stick together to deal with the evil like the BNP, not fight amongst themselves ...!!!!"

Whoomp there it is.

My tune of the day: Tired of being your fool - Love Committee