New on the playlist.

If anyone actually looks down the righthand side of this page you should see 3 album covers which usually depict what I'm usually listening to.

Magnolia is still on the car stereo....a classic.

The Killers - Hot Fuss is an excellent album and I'd recommend it to anyone who likes good music. They've been bigged-up a lot on Radio 1 and in the trendy media, and usually this means they'll be shit but they are infact very very good. There are no poor filler tracks on Hot Fuss.

Nine Inch Nails make a surprise entry too. I hadn't listened to any of this kind of 'industrial' music before but I was well aware of the name. This is a live album and is fantastic. Trent Reznor provides superb vocals with amazing emotions, hate, and disdain coming from him, and with a band to help out (Reznor usually playing everything himself in the studio) this CD truly rocks. After listening to this I listened to some studio albums but there wasn't the same feel and everything was a little too electronic and clean. I would recommend this to anyone who likes their music slightly more disturbing. Check out the lyrics to 'closer' my favourite song on the album.

Closer

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me Iove got no
Soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get
Away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that
It brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my
Everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its your sex i
Can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody
Else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

Hey again!

Hi there. It's been a while.
I've been a bit busy lately and have neglected the blog a bit. shame on me!
So what's been happening? I did go to Calais for my birthday. I had an excellent time. I went with 11 friends and we started drinking at 10am and I didn't finish till 1 am. It was fun. Also for my birthday I got a gift from my sister and mum of an adventure weekend. Basically it'll be going off to the Brecon Beacons and camping out and living off the land! Brilliant!

I've been playing a bit more football lately for Preston Hellings FC and have scored 3 times this season utilisng my extreme pace on the left wing! I've also been sorting out a website for the team which you will soon be able to find at www.prestonhellings.co.uk.

I've been working hard too and don't seem to have much free time but I'm happy that I'm doing stuff and not wasting my time.

Also I've been on 2 xmas do's already and I've still got 2 more lined-up! I can feel the waistband expanding evermore.

Farewell for now and hopefully It won't be too long till the next post.

Merry Xmas!

Nothing new to say.

Well as the title suggests 'nothing new to say'. I've just been going through the motions. A few things have happened but they're not of the life-changing variety so no need top sit down and have a stiff drink.
I got the new Football Manager Game and have started playing as Cheltenham Town (not a very good team but it's better to learn the game this way instead of just taking charge of Arsenal. I was a bit naughty and downloaded the game as there was a fuck-up when ordering from Play.com. Don't worry, I have ordered an original game anyway because I love those people from SIgames, but even that hasn't come yet, so i'm happy I downloaded it but I'm doing my best against piracy.
I'm off to france for my Birthday. I thought I might as well get pissed in another country instead of at the local but I had a bit of panic as my passport had run out. I sent it off a week ago and it came back yesterday. Well chuffed. Something actually works!

That's all for now. Don't go enjoying yourself too much.

Lazy Arse

I often reflect on the consumer society we live in and where we want everything now, get everything now, and everything is sparkly. I like it that I can get everything in one place (usually TESCO), It saves me all that precious time in the day and it's usually cheap. But what did we do before these huge conglomerates? Did we all starve? No, we went to lots of different shops, each one specialising in something. But now it's all under one roof.
I try and go to these smaller shops, greengrocers and butchers alike, and I have to admit the quality and choice is far superior to that in these 'supermarkets' (what an egotistical way to label one's self), but then I have to get off my arse.....we are all very lazy.
There you go, not much of a post, but I just had to say something.
Laters

John Peel Rock In Peace

What a shock. John Peel died today whilst on holiday in Peru.I'm not usually one to get shocked by celebrity deaths (what a terrible reflection on peoples attitudes nowadays) but this one hit me.
I've got to say I wasn't an avid listener to his shows but I've got to give him great respect in that he did a lot for music in the UK. I can remember hearing some very 'different' music in his shows in an eclectic way that only he seemed to manage. He didn't have a 'Radio 1 playlist', something which has dragged the channel into mediocrity, with the listener not being able to distinguish one piece of pop drivel from another.
Not everything he played was to my taste but I did get to hear quite a few good tracks, usually white-labels, which I wouldn't have heard anywhere else. For this fact he deserves praise in that he went against the norm but didn't try to enforce his views on anyone. A good man indeed.

Read the BBC obituary here

MPs' expense accounts laid bare

Fuck me!!! Check out this from the BBC site

"MPs claim an average of £118,000 each a year from the public purse to cover travel expenses, and to run their offices and second homes."

"They are paid a £57,000 salary and can claim twice as much again for expenses."

"Prime Minister Tony Blair ran up a total expenses bill of £80,836 over the same period, on top of his £178,922-a-year salary."

"The MP with the highest claim in the year to March 2004 was Falkirk MP Eric Joyce, who racked up expenses totalling £140,000."

MPs also get a pension of up to 1/40th of their final salary for each year they pay in - twice as much as many schemes.

I think I need to change my job. Anyway I hope you are all as shocked as I am. Check it out and see what your MP is claiming. Are they worth your vote? Bloody Liars.

An MP can retire on £28,742 a year after 20 years in the Commons. They also receive a pay-off of up to £57,485 if they are defeated at a general election.

check out the BBC article here

Download the pdf table of their allowances

Clocks

Wow. I had a really vivid dream last night and it felt really real. I can't remember too much but the overriding thing was clocks, watches, and time. I shared this experience with the other people in the dream, and even though in the dream I thought I was dreaming I had woken up (in the dream) and spoken to the other people and they had had the same experience/dream in my dream in the dream....geddit? Well I'm sure there must be some kind of psychological reasoning behind this dream, something about fearing my own mortality or something like that, but anyway it was cool to have a dream to wake up and analyse. Oh there was also a dog there who experienced the dream in my dream...how to I know?....because he spoke to me!

I'm a fucking mentalist!!

Answers on a postcard please if you can answer my dream.

P.S. At the end I found a broken pocket watch in pieces. I picked it up and put it together. Hmmm I'm off to sleep to have a chat to Sigmund about that....and the dog!?

Can we just talk?

I've only just noticed but I'm getting mentally lazy. Have you seen how many pictures I've got on my blog? there's shitloads. Now if you have a quick peek at my profile, before I started this new entry I'd written 5,062 words....not that bad....but that was in 67 posts.....equalling an average of just over 75 words per post! I could get more insightful reading matter from the ingredients on the back of a Mars bar.
Also, another moan, when did ademblog get so fucking boring? It seems to just be "I did this, I did that" blah blah blah etc etc. I think (?) I had a few good posts in the early days but now it just seems to be my 'bragging bitch'. I need to start actually thinking about what I'm writing and maybe actually put some stuff on that people may actually want to read. It's all about opinions, thoughts, and having a transfer of ideas. That's what I've had to relearn from looking at other peoples blogs. We bloggers are exhibitionists and voyeurs, not in the sexual tabloid sense but we like to share what's going on in our minds and also compare ourselves with what other people actually think, and the blog is a refreshingly true place where people don't seem to mind that what they write about is ofter quite personal, they actually get somekind of therepy, not from talking to a psychiatrist but instead to their keyboard and monitor.
I can honestly say that it's doing me some good just typing away, not worrying and just letting my fingers do the talking.

Youngs Brewery Trip

The phrase of organising a piss-up in a brewery is commonly used in everyday life but who of us have actually done just that? Well I can stand-up, raise my hand and be counted.
Actually this is the second brewery trip I've been on, but my first to the Youngs Brewery in Wandsworth, the last one being to Shepherd Neame.
We left at 9:30 in the morn, and got back to Ramsgate about the 11 hours later, and slightly more pissed, so we proved that it was easy to get pissed in a brewery...very easy. The wonders of beer.....I was very happy.

Back to Skool

Well after the events of last week you'd think I'd be taking a rest but no, along comes the Freshers' Ball in Canterbury with a 'Back to Skool' theme. I wasn't sure about going but then I thought of 500 odd lasses in school uniform and it swung it for me. Ben, Gay Tom, and petit Tom, came along too, but only for the experience, I'm sure they didn't think twice about the school girlies with there little skirts..... and pigtails......and.....sorry I got lost in a moment there.
The Headliners were Phats and Small, and Mousse T, all I can say is 'wow'.

Avast ye land lubbers

I've just got back from my mate Jimmys Stag Weekend in Rugby......I can't say anymore as 'What goes on Stag stays on Stag".....nuff said...just a few tasters below.

Magnolia

So the fickle hand of me swipes some up-and-coming band from 'the big blog' playlist. The Thrills have dropped out and have been replaced by the Magnolia soundtrack from Aimee Mann. It's a brilliant film from 1999 and these songs are fantastic with some great lyrics. If you haven't seen the film then WATCH IT!

"Things fall down. People look up. And when it rains, it pours."

the playlist

Take a look at the right-hand column just after archives and you can check out what I have been mostly listening to this week (a la fastshow), at the moment it's the Thrills, Prodigy, and also Roni Size. If you click on the pics it'll take you to the relevant page on Play.com where you can buy these albums if you haven't already got them. Please do not feel the need to buy them just so you can be popular like me and hang out with the cool kids. just be yourself and don't do drugs, it's the law!

Only two things in life are certain......

Here's a quick link to remind you that as you're sat at your PC reading this, your life has just become a little shorter. Check out 'The Death Clock!'

I've got a new job!!!!

Yep it's true, I've got two jobs now. If you didn't know I started working at my local pub 3 weeks ago, a nice place, and when I'm working there it means I'm not spending money there. It's a win-win situation.
Now back to the good news. Jonny spotted an advert in the gazette and thought it might tickle my fancy, Students' Union Campus Co-ordinator (Thanet). I emailed my application on the Thursday, got a phonecall on the Monday saying I'd got an interview, I went for an interview on the Friday and then they rang me back later in the afternoon saying the Job was mine!!!! Happy days.
I start on Monday and we'll see how it all goes from there. It'll be nice to get back into the Students' Union environment and if you wanna know what the job actually entails then read below.

SU Campus Co-ordinator

This newly created post is intended to develop and co-ordinate the activities of the Students’ Union at the Thanet Campus, in accordance with the decisions and leadership of the Campus Committee. The Campus Co-ordinator will work closely with Union staff based in Canterbury, and will be line-managed by the General Manager. The post holder will also work alongside CCCUC staff to expand the possibilities for student involvement in areas such as sports, societies and entertainment. The post holder will provide advice and support to the elected Campus Committee, as well as general administrative and clerical support. The post will be based at the Thanet campus although it is envisaged that some time will be spent at the Canterbury Campus.

Friday night and the lights are low.........

Well actually it's Saturday morning, but I was out last night and it was dark. Me and the guys went out in Canterbury last night as it was Jon from footballs kind-of last going out night in Kent as he's moving to Dorset next week. The night started in 'spoons and ended up in a club that used to be Churchills. Memories of drinking jugs of Vodka Redbull Come back to me and also a £40 cab fare back home!

It was fun.

Crap Towns

The web is full of rubbish. It's a fact. But every so often whilst trawling through the eternal tide of crap you find something very special. It's still crap but the name of this site is 'Crap Towns'.
Basically these two guys are trying to make a map of how crap the UK is. They do this with the help of emails sent in by people who think their towns are crap. The refreshing things about the postings are the pure hatred for their abodes, and the acid tongues they use, although most of the observations are true. Read on...

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Town/Village: Bognor Regis submitted by Peter McCrum

Even the name is vaguely onomatopoeic and sounds somehow indecent. And indeed it is. What is it about these Victorian seaside towns that is so utterly vulgar and depressing? Is it the fact that they all look exactly the same, with their long-faded grandeur, endless fish and chip shops and gaudy amusement arcades desperate to tempt suckers inside with 'Niagara Falls' of 2p pieces, dementia inducing electronic cacophony and epileptic neon?

I suppose Bognor is just representative of all these generic seaside towns that drape themselves along our coastline, like over made-up knackered old tarts soliciting for trade. In the summer the place stinks of chip fat. In winter it's almost deserted and smells of death.

This is part of Britain's 'Skeleton Coast'. People from all over the British Isles retreat south in their twilight years towards the sea, in some bizarre reversal of evolution, to die. After Ford XRI's, the most common car seen about town is the hearse. Droops of grannies can be seen stopping to watch them pass, and with knowing nods they point and speculate who might be inside. The dual role of this town as both a holiday 'resort' and gods' waiting room always struck me as somehow inappropriate.

Kids in cheap sportswear perch like feral pigeons on the railings lining the prom, with their backs to the sea, spitting oysters of phlegm in front of the feet of passing pedestrians. Beneath greasy peaks of baseball caps, they suck on badly rolled joints and try to contort their acne-ravaged features into their interpretation of the hard bastard's thousand-yard stare. Their idea of high comedy is to take the piss out of passing groups of mentally handicapped children down from Croydon on a day trip.

Don't even bother looking for something to eat in Bognor that hasn't been battered and deep-fried. Don't go into the pubs - they're all shit, without exception. But most of all, don't go to the pier. Just don't. You will discover new levels of disappointment, higher levels of kitsch and more Neanderthal kids than you could poke an electric cattle prod at, (with the voltage turned all the way up to 'eleven'). Instead, turn your back to the sea and head north, to the South Downs and places like Arundel and Amberley, where you can get a proper pint and decent pub food beneath ancient castles and away from the festering putrid rot that is Bognor Regis.

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It's so true. find your town here

I'm a mermaid!!

As soon as the soles of my feet touch sand I regress to my chidhood self and out comes the bucket and spade...let the digging commence.
For this artistic number I dug a hole, buried myself, and got Steve and Abby to mould this lovely figure for me.

What a Whopper

We've just had a great weekend. It was sunny for a change, and Ben and I took the opportunity to go fishing off Deal Pier on Friday. We caught quite a few fish but they were all wee nippers, although a few people caught some mackeral that were probably a few lbs each.

You should've seen the one that got away...it was a bit like the one below

Be a Yank.

I was in Selsey, Hampshire, with my Mum and Sister, when we spotted this great invention at the amusements near the pier. Apparently it makes you obese, ignorant of the rest of world, and make you whoop and cheer at every possible moment....I gave it a miss.

The Wedding

My friend Mark got married, and here he is setting of the fireworks at his reception.

It was a good night but we got a little silly and I may have put a cigar out on my hand!!!....ouch!!!...I'm well hard though. As I've always said "It's better to regret something you have done, than something you haven't done." I hold this true to many things except putting a cigar out on your hand....it's a little silly and there only seems to be one outcome...pain.

Preston Hellings Tour '04

I play football for a little village called Preston, near Canterbury. We spent a weekend in Dorset/Somerset and got pissed and played footy.
Here's the pictures......
We've stolen the local Scout's Minibus
Camping it up
The Gillingam Fish Bar, Dorset, not to be confused with the Gillingham Fish Bar, Kent
Largin' it up big-stylee, just the place to throw some shapes, although it's not the ideal preparation when you've got to play a game of footy at 11am the next morning.
Jonny?....what are you doing?
Ian almost gets to go home
Matt and Phils love was something to be treasured
Ian falls over

The facts of life.

Here's an amusing photo taken at Joss bay, where a father is showing his young son what a ladies bits look like with the aid of a sand-vagina......don't fall in!

New Photos and new entries

I downloaded my photos from my mobile and so I'm gonna set about writing up about the photos and what's happened in the last month.
I hate it when websites are outdated and never updated, and I myself have been guilty of this very thing. I'll try not to let it happen again but I make no promises.
Carry on reading above for some new stuff.

It's been awhile.

If anyone is actually reading this, then sorry for the delay in blogs. I could give you some lamo excuse as to why....and I have got some......"my dog ate my computer"....anyone falling for it. thought not.

What have I been upto? I've been on a football tour. Got a new part-time jobby. Went on a little holiday. hmmmmm. Got drunk a few times. and did some other things.

So not a very interesting entry at this time but at least it's something.

If I've got time I'll write something very witty later on tonight.

see ya

Broadstairs Folk Week

My Sunday drinking started at 12 noon.......but it's all cool, I'm not an alcoholic, I was celebrating Broadstairs Folk Week!
We started off in Ramsgate and had a nice leisurely walk along the coast supping on some previously purchased Corona. Our day of drinking and celebrating had begun and it was an absolute scorcher of a day! I got to work on my tan and my beer belly.
I HAD FUN!


Also what the hell is this thing??? Answers on a postcard please.

Party at Ians

Need I say more?

"The Horror"

It was when we saw the sign saying that we had two barrels trained on us that we decided to put an end to visit and get the hell outta Dodge.
It all started off innocently. Four guys, one car, the urge for bowling merchandise. Jay and Tom had seen an advert for a bowling shop in the small town of Westbere (near Canterbury) and so it was that on the morning of Saturday 30th July 2004 we set of on a journey into the unknown. We were high in spirits, young and carefree, not the properties needed on a trip like this, we were soon to find out. Soon our strory would spiral into horror movies mode, and we would find ourselves repeating the steps of all those kids in those movies who always do the same stupid things and always make the wrong decisions.
As we were driving looking for Pro-Ball Equipment & Drilling Services, we pulled into a coach and bus garage and asked for directions from a country hick, he was gap toothed, and seemed a little simple. He was no help so we carried on driving, laughing about the simple country bumkin we had just met. ( those familiar with the Horror genre may be seeing parallels with this story and those movies where this bumkin later turns out to be the gimp when we're getting molested and killed).
We had set in motion a sequence of events that would make us headline news, in a very bad way, if evil had its way.
We eventually spotted a sign for "Proball" on the outside of some residential property. we pulled in the drive and echoes of the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' assaulted us from every direction, the shop was just a garden shed, and closed at that, beat-up cars littered the yard (did they too belong to people who had once innocently made the wrong decision), and the house reeked of evil, seeping from its very foundations and entering our very souls.
Why was it closed, should we have a look around and investigate? (I know it's stupid, they always go and investigate, and end up as the maincourse in a torso souffle). We were slightly wiser that those American frat brats, and after an inpromptu "SHOTGUN NOT GOING" it was left to Jay and Tom to be the Scooby Gang and find out what was going on.
It was then that we spotted the signs. The first one told us to keep of their property as it was contantly monitored by CCTV. Were they watching us now, holed up in the safety of their corpse laden home? There was no sign of anyone around so then our investigators Jay and Tom approach the front door (Yes I know, how stupid, but we seemed to be doing everything you shouldn't in the horror genre). Luckily they chose not to knock on the doorway to hell, and decided to give it a miss. It was then as they were approaching the car that they saw the other message telling us that we had two barrels trained on us.....yes now was the time to truly 'get the f**k outta dodge'. With a wheelspin we drove off. Had there been a twitch at the curtains? What would've greeted us if we'd knocked on the door? Who knows and who cares, I'm just happy to be here....................


we then decided to do something a little safer and played....crazy golf.

These are a few of my favorite (sic) things

I was browsing through my favorites (sic) and came across a few gems. Here's one that I can go to again and again.
Punk Rock Kittens

MMM Yummy...Chilli Gravy

Here's a lovely recipe to add a bit of spice to bangers and mash.
You'll need:
1/2 Onion
1/2 Red Pepper
1 large red chilli pepper
1 OXO cube
1/3 Pint Boiling Water
2 splashes Olive Oil

Slice the onion, pepper, and chile, and fry them with the olive oil in a small pan. After about 5 mins they should be getting tender, then add a sprinkle of sugar. Next mix the boiling water and OXO in a mug, and add to the pan. Simmer on a high heat till it reduces slightly, and then use as a spicy gravy on bangers and mash.

I just had this today for dinner....Bootiful (In a Bernard Mathews Stylee)

Just do what comes naturally

Does anyone ever get that feeling to stop watching Telly, go outside to that mess you call a garden, pick up some tools, and put in some hard work so that even Alan Titchmarsh would be pround of you?
Well about a month ago I moved back home and set myself a task of doing exactly that. It didn't happen an Mr. Television became King of me.
OK, so half my garden is in a pretty good state, but then the other half is, well, not in a good state. A few years ago I dug it all up, put down a layer of this magic material that should keep weeds from every growing again, and covered it in pebbles and shingle, and thought "the job's a good'un, I'll never have to do that again, goodbye weeds". Well that magic stuff wasn't magic at all and now I'm left with an area covered in shingle, weeds and crap lining material, and I've gotta clean it up.
Yesterday I came back from my travels and got in the garden. I thought I'd start with something small, so I have dug up, weeded, and generally kicked ass, and made my very own veggy patch at the bottom of the garden. (anyone remember that cartoon 'the herbs'?)
Hopefully the stuff will grow, but I've had to opt for planting seeds of the variety radish, lettuce, and carrot, as we are getting quite late in the summer and all the fun stuff is past there 'sow by date'.
So that's my effort of Hugh Fearnly-Whittingstall standards to get a bit of organic in my life. And now I have to crack on with the Ground Force part of the task and make the rest look 'shit-hot'.
I've got the tools, the motivation, and the skill, to make it happen. Keep posted to see how it develops. Hi ho, hi ho, it's of to work I go..........

New Photos

Hiya everyone.
I got a new phone last week, a nokia 7250i, with a camera. So whilst I've been on my jollies, I've been like a kid at Christmas, and have been snapping away.
Now I've just bought an infrared receiver to plug into my PC so I can transfer my photos onto the PC, and then.......ta da.....onto my blog.

So here's a lovely picture of my local pub in Ramsgate.

I went to Chichester and Bournemouth for a long weekend. I went paintballing with my old friends from Chichester on Friday (I've still got the bruises), and I stayed with my mate Sam (see below)and his missus Jo.

Then on Saturday I went to Bournemouth to see my old friend and ex-housemate Christine (see below), who I went to university with. It was cool to see her again and catch up on old times.

See, I really have been taking loads of pointless photos. Ah, technology nowadays.

South Coast Tour

I have arranged a tour of the South Coasts best Venues.

Thurs 22nd July - Chichester
Fri 23rd July - Chichester
Sat 24 July - Bournemouth
Sun 25th July - Brighton

I will be putting on a great show, and each one will be have the usual meet-and-great at regular intervals.

If you are interested in meeting a living legend then tickets are available from AdemIsKing@ticketmaster.co.uk and only cost the price of a pint of beer.

Hurry they are going fast.

p.s. much, much, more.

WARNING: SPECCY POST

So anyway as I mentioned in the previous post I've now got broadband at home.  I signed up with Tiscali for £25 a month, and this gets me a speed of 512k and an always on status so I can download aas much as I want, whenever I want. I also got a USB Modem, an RJ11 cable, and 2 microfilters, so I was able to connect instantly without having to buy any new hardware.
 
Well, here's where we start having fun.  I downloaded a program (sorry about the american spelling) called BitTorrent which is a peer-to-peer (P2P) file sharing protocol. Learn a bit more by clicking here.
Sorry we haven't had fun yet. OK, you may be wondering "what is adem babbling on about, he always does that", well it means that people can share files without going through a server which will be the only PC holding the file, instead you download segments from lots of diffent people, and when you are downloading it others can download from you the bit you've already downloaded, and this turns into a menagerie of file sharing, so when you are downloading, you are als ouploading too!

So I've already got the following gratis (that means free to you thickos) - Maromedia Dreamweaver MX 6.1, Macromedia Flash 5, Stephen Kings 'Kingdom Hospital, Little Britain 1st Series, School of Rock, plus some other games.
I didn't pay for them, I got 'em free.........brilliant
 

I warned you about the nerdy nature of this post.....sorry

Still Jobless

Well this is the life. Still chillin' at home and doing nothing during the days, but there's always stuff to do in the evenings.

Just got broadband at home. Woo Hoo!

Over and Out.

End of Euro 2004

Well that's the end of the footy for the summer. Roll on the Premiership.
The squad of the Championships were announced today and there were 4 England players selected in the squad. Any guesses to who they were??
Well have a look at the my entry a couple of blogs below and you'll see I'd already selected Campbell, Cole, Lampard, and Rooney as my men of England. It seems that the men from the selection committee have been looking at this blog!

I'm back.

Well that's it. Goodbye Chichester, Hello Ramsgate.
I got back to Ramsgate yesterday (Monday) after squeezing all my belongings into the car and saying goodbye to my home of the past 5 years.
I thought I'd just put on this short blog to let people from Chi know that I got back. That's all for now, I've just got to find a place to put all my crap I brought back with me.


the lovely Ramsgate Marina
(no I can't put it there.)

I can't believe it.

The man in the black below is an idiot. That's my statement of the day. I could use fouler language but my swearbank has been used up after the ridiculous decision last night not to allow Sol's goal in the 90th minute.......gutted.

But the boys did us pround, especially Ashley (he was brilliant up the lefthand side making up for our lack of a left-winger, also he defended like a god, putting in some excellent tackles and snuffing out the threat of Christiano Ronaldo), Sol (He was a rock at the heart of the defence, getting his head on every ball and inspiring the whole team), Frank (A good all round footaller whose goals from the midfield were priceless ,with a return of 3 goals in 4 games), and the boy Wayne (he was cool as a cucumber, didn't get sent off, and scored some corkers). They were solid throughout the tournament and showed that it's not all about Beckham (who incidently played shite.)