Would you wear Pringle?

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

My tip for spring is bow-ties.

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

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

Dare to dream ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spring has sprung ...

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












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

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

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

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

What could be worst?

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

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

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

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


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

The price of success ...

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

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

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

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

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

Summertime special

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

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

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

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

The wood for the trees ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bow ties and briefcases ...

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

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

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

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

My tune of the day: Chance To Dance - Mahogany

Direct Debit or Standing Order

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

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

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

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

My tune of the day: Awade - Joe Claussell

What Chelsea need

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

Wellings game at Farnborough was postponed. Hmmmph.

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

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

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

My tune of the day: Good Life - Inner City

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

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

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

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

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

Madge, Madge over here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will he or won't he ....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Footballs coming home ....

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

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

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

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

Park View Cold ...

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

Luckily I only paid £5.

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

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

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

To DNA or not too DNA ...

So the Polis want 4000 residents in Croydon (only white or light skinned mind you) to have a DNA test, so they can be elimanated from their enquiries. Righto. So can someone explain how they know what colour people are without making assumptions? Yes, you can go through the electoral register and work out that Ike Aneke may be black that Sunny Patel may be of Indian origin, but Winston Smith could be? Black, white ... indifferent!!!!

The Polis confirm that the samples would not be put on the national database. The answer is why not? Also they also say that anyone who does not co-operate can expect a visit from them at home!!!!! Oh right ...

You can get in at Park View Road tonight for a fiver if you take along your Charlton season ticket. Welling are playing Histon, in a sort of top of the table playoff battle.

I've had two days in glasses now and my eyes hurt. What's that all about?

It's pancake day today ... or to give it it's correct title Shrove Tuesday. It's actually a Christian festival stroke day which marks the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday which is the first day of Lent. It's a day of penitence, to clean the soul, and a day of celebration as the last chance to feast before Lent begins. Shrove Tuesday gets its name from the ritual of shriving that Christians used to undergo in the past. In shriving, a person confesses their sins and receives absolution for them. When a person receives absolution for their sins, they are forgiven for them and released from the guilt and pain that they have caused them. Well there you go ... repent your sins, all you who have had a go at Radostin Kishishev and now Marcus Bent. All you fat overweight Sunday footballers who don't know the first thing about the Beautiful game. Repent I say ... repent.

My tune of the day: Voodoo Woman - Lonnie Listen Smith

Somebody elses guy

Strangely as it seems I had, and I say had been hooked on the BBC's Just the Two of us. The reason behind it was the inclusion of Alexander O'Neil and the first lady, Jocelyn Brown. Now I have had the pleasure of seeing both of these artists live and I can tell you, Jocely Brown can sing a song. You can hear her sing with Masters at Work on "I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun", if you don't know it just go and listen. Any way I digress. I was watching the BBC show for these two acts, and within 3 days both had been voted out. Given that there are about 3/4 people on the show that can't hold a note it's an embarrassment. But not a surprise eh!!!!!

The Charlton scrapped another point at the weekend ... a bore draw against the Vanillans. I watched Green Street on Sunday, quite a strange film but again well worth a watch.

Oh and the washing machine sprang a leak this morning. At 7:30 the kitchen was a wash and I was ankle deep. It appears the water presure was too high for the pipes!!!! And they were crossthreaded ... so much for paying someone to do it for you. It's luck I bought a steam mop.

I'm thinking of tweed and bow ties for a spring look. Matched with some low slung denim ...

My tune of the day: Tongue Power - Roy Ayres

Guinness and ting

What a wonderful evening. We had Stevie Brown letting us know a few ins and outs of his career with Charlton, David White giving us a few insights into the boardroom and Vince making a complete tit of himself. Did I vote for Vince????

Some of the stories you hear from ex players puts some of the things you watch over the years into perspective. However the realisation that David Whyte was Completely Mad won't go amiss. It was interesting to hear that Brownie one regret was not ruffling enough feathers ... I'll take that on board myself.

The day for our Boro match has been revealed. We're on the Thursday. Chelsea and Liverpool got the Tuesday and Wednesday, surprise so our Saturday game aginst the Toon gets pushed back to the Sunday. Our league game aginst Boro is also pushed to the Sunday because they have to play the previous Thursday in the UEFA. Can't we have a bleedin Saturday game? Sundays are a day of rest, or a day to potter not go to football.

I've just had a voice message that my glasses are ready. Three days turned into two weeks. Two hundred notes for what exactly?

Don't you just hate travelling to work on a Friday. There are a plethora of people with bags on sticks getting in your way. A bloke wheeled his into my foot this morning and the bag I kid you not was more of a wallet. He was still pulling it though. Pick the thing up you lazy so and so.

On a side note, tell the people you love that you do in fact love them. Don't be shy ... just do it.

My tune of the day: I'm Doin’ Fine - Amp Fiddler

Got to get your own ...

I have to say I did watch some of that Chelsea and Barca game last night. When Robben was trying to shepherd the ball out from Messie I thought just give it the big heave ho into the stand. You know the old Rufus magic. No, he tried to be clever and the result got Del Horno sent off. It wasn't a red card, but that's what you get playing in Europe. Cheating Argies, diving Swedes, Frolicking Fogs, sod that. I'd prefer to seeus huff and puff against the Toon than try to cheat out way past Loci Lopzig Dynamos. A European tour, now you really are having a laugh.

Did you notice how Ronaldinho only played for the last 15 minutes!!! He went about his business and as the Chelsea players tired he started to take the Micheal. That's the way to do it.

Oh did I say Charlton got a 0-0 up in Newcastle. A largely lackluster affair, but after 6 defeats out of 7 beggars can't be choosers. Get the points on the board and then worry about it. This isn't entertainment you know.

It's the City Addicks meeting tonight. Somewhere in Trump street in the City. (That's why it's called the City Addicks ... lol.) Stevie Brown and John Robinson ... should pass an evening.

My tune of the day: Shifting Gears - Johnny Hammond

Using sex ...

Unbelievable ... I wrote my blog for today and saved the damn thing, then it disappeared. Yes, I thought I had pressed the wrong button ... but per-lease, I do know what I am doing!!!!!

Anyway here goes ...

It's series 2 of the Apprentice this evening and Sir Alan Sugar has come out firing. One of the tasks was for the womans team to buy groceries at the lowest possible price and then sell them for a profit. The women are seen flirting, showing some cleavage, and offering some phytsical favours (whatever those may be????)

Sir Al, came out and said If women want to be taken seriously they can't go through life acting like that.

Whooosh ....

I'm sure though that both women and men use whatever they have got to get ahead in life. They need to seal the deal, win that contract, get that job. In an ideal world you wouldn't need to offer favours ... but this isn't an ideal world. Surely personal charm can be an effective tool. I've been doing it for years !!!!!

So the Arse went to Spain and rained on the plain. The pubs in North London were doing a roaring trade, as all their dogs on a string got left outside. But hey, it's half time. What's the betting that they fcuk it up at Highbury in the next leg. Laugh ... you would.

Talking about buggering it up, the Mighty Wings went to Bottom placed Carshalton and lost. The Wings losing their lustre?

Oh and the washing machine is leaking. They need to send an engineeer to sit with me and watch the spin cycle.

My tune of the day: Funky Luvah - Creative Source

Time gentlemen ....

I've noticed a disturbing habit of people gobbing on the street. Everywhere you look there are globules of spit, green and stringy. It's all very strange. People even clear their throats quite loudly as well. Use a hankie.

It's Scott Parkers first appearance against Charlton tomorrow. He never made it in the blue of Chelskov. Give him a cheer lads.

I was perusing the Welling United Supporters Website and had to chuckle when I say a posting from a bloke called Dutchie regarding his experience at Saturdays Basingstoke match. He says ...

"I attended the Basingstoke game & was DISGUSTED in the bad language from Welling fans. You are trying to gain more Addicks fans but who would want to stand with your foul mouths. To cap it all, your stewards did NOTHING to stop this. I have attended hundreds of matches in my time & i can quite honestly say that you are the worst fans for bad language i have ever come across.
I for one intend never to visit again & will let others know of my experience.
So much for friendly relations. (It's a pity you don't copy the attitude of your players who i thought were excellent)."

That's why I go to Welling ... to hear the swearing. It's funny the way opposition players get wound up by it all. Dutchie ... I think you need to get out more.

My tune of the day: Galveston Bay - Lonnie Hill

Onwards and upwards ...

It's quite funny when you realise that Charlton are an established Premiership team. Yes we could get relegated at some point, but it's quite funny when you realise that you have become a good day out to your opponents in the FA Cup. Leyton Orient and now Brentford had their day in the sun and were sent packing by an unglamorous Charlton. All I've heard about Saturdays game is how heavy handed the Charlton stewards were and how Charlton didn't sing. It made me chuckle anyway. Aren't stewards heavy handed anyway? Go to Sheffield, Manchester, Liverpool, Bolton, the Arse ... Wolves, Birmingham. They are all the same, about 6ft 3 bald headed and sweating a lot. Given the opportunity they'll wade in. You know what it says on the tin. It's not big and it's not clever but that's how it is. If you continue to give them mouth you'll be in for it. That's what happened on Saturday and still the Brentford fans moan. They even went on Talk Sport to say they had been ejected for singing. Another chuckle.

As for Charlton fans not singing, it's not a Karaoke night. If I wanted to sing I'd join an Operatic Society. I couldnt really make out what the Brentford were singing anyway, but as long as they are all back home in West London everything will be ok.

Now the draw. There's some hard games in the hat .... hold on this is Charlton in the Cup, every game would be hard, who am I kidding.

It rained all day yesterday. So I watched Hotel Rwanda. Now this is a film that everyone should watch. They should make people watch it, it should be compulsory.

Why do people just veer left or right when they are walking. They just walk into you with by you or leave ... what's that all about?

It still puzzles me about Councils recyling, and their policies. About two years ago in Lewisham we were given paper recycling bins, then two months ago they disappeared. Before that though I also noticed the recycling bins being emptied into the back of the trucks ... strange. (I've just phoned Lewisham to order a new bin, job number 332934 ... strange. )

My tune of the day: Simple And Sweet - Roy Ayers Ubiquity

Footballers are human too ...

Well some of them anyway. It's quite funny to see the difference in the way some of these guys run their lives. You have the family man, get's his head down, has a couple of kids, a mock tudor mansion in Southport, a wife that enjoys botox. You have the playboy, out partying, likes Rn'B ... has a funny haircut ... then you have the undercover lover. But I'm not covering that hear. If you hit certain clubs in London, you can always find a footballer or two. When I used to go to the Spot you could always bump into Andrew Cole, David Howells, Jody Morris, and a few parties I've seen Stevie Watts, Ashley Cole, Carlton Cole, Jon Fortune, Peter Crouch. All mates together. But where does that leave our family man. Well it leaves him vunerable, soul searching ... unsure of himself. Why you might ask? Why?

Well I'll tell you.

Do you think that Ashley Cole is bothered about the Chelsea tapping up reports. Do you think that if Jon Fortune is sitting onthe bench one Saturday he is bothered about playing or bothered about when he can get away to hook up with his "spars"? Are any of them bothered about what the average supporter thinks? What the average supporter says? Or average supporter does? Of course not, they get their money, they go out and get laid.

But the family man is bothered. Take one Radostin Kishishev. Well below is an interesting email from one Charlton fan Richard Hunt. Our man in Prague who emails regularily to the pink oboe list.

"Some of you know that Radostin Kishishev arrived at Charlton thanks in large part to the work of my Bulgarian Toronto based friend, Vasco Danailov, a process which started when Vasco and I met him at Euro 96 in Newcastle. Vasco has stayed in contact with Kish ever since.
Yesterday Vasco called me, having just had a conversation with a somewhat distraught Kish. He had called Vasco desperate for someone to advise him why the Charlton fans dont like him. Vasco sees a lot of games on TV but promised he would ask me for a more informed view.
Not for the first time this season I found myself asking whether Charlton is still the club so dear to my heart or indeed the one Kish joined, but that wasnt much use to him. So I told him that based on this list, I could state that 70-80% of fans actually do appreciate Kish, and the debate has raged about why a minority get on his back.
I told him my opinion was that he is the midfielder who always makes himself available for the ball, and never hides; and that most of the work he does is of necessity relatively unglamorous. Its not the kind of work which elicits spontaneous applause - unlike the kind of passes or space making cameos we got from Murphy or Jensen. However because of his position, any mistake he makes is often in a critical zone, and this elicits howls of disapproval. So that is what he hears. No cheers, just boos. I repeated that most of the people on the List know he sweats blood for the team each week, and hate the fact that he is booed by a minority. But I felt appalled by what I had heard.
I realise that most of the idiots who boo and jeer him that dont go near this List. Those who criticise Kish on the List are entitled to wish that he perhaps might make less mistakes, or that we could afford one that does what he does better ( despite the frequent reminders that we could not afford to re-sign Parker).
However here is stark evidence that footballers are human too, and what we have in the treatment of Kish is in my opinion a form of bullying. He is a thoroughly decent guy, family man, looks after himself, and does not rearrange McDonalds or fight teammates. And he has worn the shirt with pride for six years. He urgently needs a lift. I urge anybody who feels like I do to let Kish know. You could just drop a line to Vasco directly at
danailov_vv@yahoo.com
and Vasco would call Kish and read out any messages he gets. Nothing long. But the more there are, the more he will believe in it.
Me I am going to vote for Kish for player of the year."

Well there you have it. Who would you rather have in your team Kish or Murphy. In an ideal world Kish, but the world isn't full of fluffy clouds and egg hunts at Easter. I have no problem with Radostan Kishishev. He is a good player. He runs, he harries, he tackles ... he gives the ball away. All in a days work. But sometimes he needs to be given a rest. Not his fault, but Curbs. There's no booing for Rad from me, but sometimes just sometimes you need to take a player out of the firing line and put an arm round him. How must Jason Euell be thinking?

My tune of the day: Love Is On The Way - Louis Vega (Elements of Life)

Suited and booted ...

The Brits ... what's that all about? James Blunt best Pop act, Madonna best International act, Lemar best URBAN!!!! act, KT Tunstall best UK Female act ... yea that's got my juices flowing. Only surpassed by the Arctic Monkeys being best breakthrough act. Maybe I'm getting old?

I think I may be stereotyping, no pigeon holing my like for House as I can't stand any of these acts. When you hear the likes of Blaze, Anane ... Raul Midon you know you are HOUSE.

House music all night long ... say what.

Well Charlton have brokered a deal to allow Charlton season ticket holders a cheap admission (£5) to Welling Uniteds game vs Histon in late Feb. The initiative, also include a range of community and commercial activities !!!!

"We have always had an excellent relationship with Charlton at all levels and we are delighted that they have agreed to work with us in this way to make it even more productive," said Graham Hobbins. That's actually quite funny. On a personal note that is ... given that I was once banned from Welling.

It's also FA Cup day on Saturday and MAD Man Martin MADDOG Allen has started to light the fuse ... (special forces and fierce opposition ... jeeez)

My tune of the day: Mystery Girl - Raul Midon

Moaning scousers

A week ago we all looked long and hard at whether Darren Bent was actually felled in the area against the European Club Champions. Was he, wasn't he ... who knows? Pullover Dudek said he dived, Rafa winged in his best scouse accent and we all thought we had got a right touch. Forward on a week. Liverpool against the Arse. Morientes is felled in the box. There is one sentance in the paper quoting it was a harsh decision!!!!! Where was Jumper Dudek giving it large, where was Rafa ... yes where was Rafa and his rosey cheeks?Celebrating an 89th minute winner that's where. Sod Arsenal but Liverpool can definately go and do one ... right la'd.

It was Valentines Day yesterday. I hope you all got yours? I had a nice meal of Cod and Chips, with processed peas, a cup of tea, glass of wine and a sticky toffee pudding with custard. Rock on.

I'm actually feeling a tad under the weather. My legs ache (nothing to do with upping the weights in the Body Max class), I have a headache and feel bunged up. There's a Body Attack class today but I'm not sure if I want to do it.

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

Pin and Chip ...

A strange day at the gym. The class was only a third full. It's usually packed ... jkust goes to show how many illicite affairs are going on eh? Nipping out for a quick Valentines lunch before a quick exit home to the wife. Quite remarkable.

I was just given a HUMANMETRICS - Jung Typology Test to do. Very strange in it's concept because the questions seem to be similar just ass about face. Anyway I cam out as an ESTJ -Extraverted Sensing Thinking Judging. You must be having a laugh.

Our final away day at Highbury is coming up. It'll be quite strange not to go there next season, but I'm sure we'll be able to give them a little going away present. Four or five goals!!!!

It's London Fashion Week, I need to get a look for summer so I'll be taking a ken interest.

It's the winter olympics. Did you see the British woman snowboarder, Lesley McKenna. She fell over ... twice. She should have taken up curling.

My tune of the day: Sitting on the dock of the bay - Otis Redding

Can't see the wood for the trees ...

So I go down to Lewisham and have a sight test. Yep, C,V,B,O.F ... 30. That's the bottom line. I work with VDU's all the time, I'm at that age ...????? 27 .... !!!! I'll check the back of your eyes he says ... nothing wrong there.

Anyway I'll be giving you a prescription. Use these ... only 80 notes. Choose a frame. Now come on you can't buy anything good for under a ton. So I try on about 50 pairs .. yeah these will do ... that's 120, so all in a big 200 pounds. Blimey, they definately saw me coming.

But when do I wear them? Just when I'm on a PC!!!! What about driving, or watching TV ???? CUSTOMER SERVICE, WHO SAYS IT'S A DYING ART!!!

Another defeat at the weekend. We are now definately looking back over our shoulder. We are 3 points behind Everton, 6 behind Wigan .... and we need a good 8 more points to say we are safe. But I'm losing interest. I watched most of the second half yesterday, and after we got ourselves back in the game, we lost concentration for 10 minutes. Whoooosh, then we get hit by a two goal suckerpunch and that is backs to the wall. It's dinner time I thinks. My Sunday scran was chicken breasts stuffed with haggis with arosti tats and a turnip gravy. I'm blitzing the turnips listening to Five Live when one of the Bent boys heads home our second. I bound into the front room to see it in full colour. Come on you reds lets get at 'em. Well we bring on 3 attackers and don't do anything for 20 minutes, apart from that save right at the death. But it's 3 points lost ... another 3 points and it's making this weekends Cup Match look like a make of break. I'm in the "Family" Stand!!!!! Or I maybe for 10 minutes before I get asked to leave.

One of my fish died on Saturday. I couldn't find him in the tank but eventually saw him under the leaves at the bottom. He's been with me a good 5 years so it was with a heavy heart that I flushed him down the pan. I bought two new ones on Sunday, black eye and golf ball.

Oh it's Valentines day tomorrow .... why not use this one above ..!!!

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

Some mothers do 'ave 'em ...

And Old Mother Dudek has a prize one at that. Oh dear Jerzy, Pullova, or Tanktop whatever's easiest, please go and polish your Euro Medal or something. Darren is Bent because the Charlton striker told him.

Our Dazza lay on the floor, looked up and said " Sorry, sorry ... I dived, I did dive." But when the pen was given he got up and shrugged. That looked like it from my angle anyway. This was throught the phlegm that Carragher was spitting out. Dudek, why don't you go have dinner with Murphy. You can both choke on your canneloni.

It's the start of the Super League season tonight ... jee whiz.

As the sun was shinning, I pulled the old fur coat out of the wardrobe today. It's looking a bit worst for wear, but it's the old favourite. I think I need a few new coats for summer. A dog tooth check mac maybe, a white tux, a pink linen number. Oh, maybe not.

It's another non footballing Saturday this weekend. The ManxCity match having been moved so Sky could cover it on Sunday!!!!! They really are taking the pish. I had a look to see who Welling were playing, but they are away at Cambridge City. Sod that. It'll be waxing the car then.

I actually enjoyed Wednesday as a sporting event. I had forgotten how funny it is to get a penalty. It seems a generation away that Clyde Mendonca used to tumble in the box.

It's the start of the Winter Olympics today ... jee whiz.

Blimey, I just read that Ron Greenwood passed away yesterday. I'm not a Wet Sham fan, so have no allegance there, but I do remember the 1982 World Cup Song, Ron's 22.

"Hear the roar, of the red, white and blue ..."

Oh the Grammy's, not that you would know, but Little Louie Vega won one for his remix of Superfly.

My tune of the day: Baby You Got Me - Sapphires

Stoking up the fire

Well there you go ... it's a funny old game. Chelsea march on the march to Wembley, Sven is off to Inter and if England win the World Cup with Peter Crouch in the team the world will stop as we know it. Seven million pounds for a lanky lightweigh gazel like string of stringy stuff. The only consolation is that Curbs never really went in for him, even though he admires him !!!!!!

Liverpool without Gerrard is like Little without Large, Hardy without Laurel, Preston without Chantelle. Ineffective. They huffed and they puffed and they couldn't blow the house down. They do have some good players, well they are European Club Champions, but Carragher reminds me of the spiteful Liverpool players of the 70's and 80's, Finnan played for Welling United, Alonso now believes his own press and Sissoko well quite unbelievable really. It is good to see the Bent Boys starting to fathom an understanding, and Perry always does a job. Myhre shows that you dont have to break the bank for a dependable goalkeeper, and Kishishev runs, runs and runs. (Didnt Forrest Gump do that?) I hadn't realised we had only conseded 1 goal in 6 Home Prem games, so congratulations on that. All we have to do now is the same away from home. Starting in Manchester on Sunday.

I still shake my head at some peoples habits. People on trains that put there bags on seats next to them. Fat people who try to push themselves into a small seat between two other people. People who read as they walk. Groups of people who walk in a line slowly. Girls who speak loudly on the phone "I'm on the 5:52 ..." Aren't we all love?

I think Jambib is going to buy an apartment in Valencia. We can't work out why!!!!

My tune of the day: He who picks a rose - Jimmy Ruffin

Close but no cigar ...

Vince, Vince ... Vince. What the hell were you thinking? Eight freaking votes, and you could have been in like flynn. You could have been the independent supporters voice, the man in the pub, the man in the stand ... no political agenda, just doing it because you cared.

Eight votes, even I can't believe that. I know of at least 15 people who didnt vote, but would of voted for Vince if they could have been assed, or in fact if he could have been assed to ask them.

So it's another CASC person doing the job. Another two years of not rocking the boat, no news is good news, target 100,000. We could end up with 100,000 twats all sitting clapping in a line. And there was we dreaming of Haime Big Foot Henderson down at Welling United.

We've got "The Pool" tonight. I'm not in the mood, to watch Fowler come back and haunt us. Oh it will happen. A funny thing on Netaddicks was that we should sing "Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken lay a lil' egg for me" tonight. I had to have a double take then I remember this. Oh how we laughed.

I'm sorry if you have seen this before, but for once the Daily Mail hits something fairly and squarely on the head and doesn't demand deportation. It's another one of them Danny Murphy articles ... sorry ...

WATCH OUT, DANNY, THE MISSUS IS IN THE PAPER AGAIN.

The peculiar phenomenon of the Footballer's Wife grows by the day. Not content with tipping off the paparazzi every time they go shopping, or writing glossy magazine 'style' columns explaining how to apply fake tan, they have now invaded sport. Yes, they are writing football columns. Well, I say ' writing', but it would be kinder to say that they talk and some words miraculously appear under pouting photographs, pushing back the cause of female emancipation in sports journalism by at least a decade in the process. The most amusing of these offerings appears in what used to be a broadsheet newspaper under the name of a former model called Joanna
Taylor. I am reliably informed that she was also in a television show called Hollyoaks, a younger, thicker version of Brookside, followed by Merseybeat, a younger, thicker version of The Bill. But in recent times, aside from some panto work, her chosen career has been chronicler of Danny Murphy's life and self-styled 'footballer's wife'. And so she writes about her spouse. Endlessly. 'I know my husband pretty well,' she says, which is a start, I suppose. Unfortunately, she has decided to share this information with the rest of us. Every week, Taylor explains his frame of mind, makes excuses on his behalf, ticks off managers and fans who don't appreciate him quite as much and regales us with insight like 'footballers are not as interesting as people think'. Well, we can see that. Recently Mrs Murphy complained that she had been invited to only one film premiere since Danny joined Charlton, and even then it was Phantom Of The Opera. Thankfully, this inconvenience was cleared away when Murphy departed for Spurs last week, leaving Charlton manager Alan Curbishley to observe acidly: 'I'd imagine that his social diary will be that much fuller now.' The
footballe's wife had to reply. 'Danny wouldn't want to say anything', she said,
not that it stopped her speaking on his behalf again. 'Curbishley obviously does
not read this column otherwise he would know we do not go out much,' she tutted.
Frankly, I'm not surprised. The way she goes on, the chap must be too
embarrassed to leave the house.

My tune of the day: I declare war - Double Exposure

Organic or orgasmic ...

The sandwich I had today was a Vegan jobby, from a company called Fresh who specialise in fresh, organic ingredients. I had the "Bugsy" sandwich with organic carrot, houmous, salad leaves and alfalfa sprouts. It was quite filling ... but maybe that was the Beetroot, apple, pear and ginger Innocent drink. This was after a Body Max class at the gym ... I'm definitely in the groove.

I actually got 6 loads of washing done yesterday. How I was going to dry them was another question, but the radiators played a blinder.

I put the car in for a service and MOT. Another £200 but I had been told that was the norm for a service. It's quite amusing when they give you a scribbled piece of paper with some explanation to what's what on it. Oil Filter, air filter, something else which I can't read, another thing that makes no sense. Unbelievable.

Whilst waiting for the car and the washing yesterday I watched "The Passion of the Christ". This was my first selection on ScreenSelect as I am trialling them asopposedd to Lovefilm that I usually use. Now I'm not a religious person but I was engrossed in the story. It's hard to believe that that would have actually happened without the poor sod dropping down dead well in advance of getting up on the cross. But then again it's a film. It's strange the way that people actually take religion and use it for their own purposes. That fella who dressed as a Suicide Bomber, who had been a drug dealer. It seems he was dressed as a suicide bomber, but I tell you, there was no chance he would be one. As a drug dealer he's proved that he's just out for himself. Does religion and drug dealing go hand in hand ....? I think not. It's just shows what a completes crock it all is.

Next I'm going to watch Confessions of a Window Cleaner, much safer.

My tune of the day: If I Lost You - Michelle Shaprow

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