Relax, Lisbie's back! Woe is me! I'm back in blog land and blimey you can't go away for 5 minutes can you?

Charlton are well ensconsed in their traditional end of season nose-dive, the message boards are full of idiots shouting for the managers head, Franny's getting plenty of blame - cos its all his fault isn't it? Never mind we'll have Lisbie Saturday. Happy now? 4-4-2 was always a bad idea, oh hindsight is a wonderful thing. Bartlett "he's shite he is," is injured. Well, whose gonna be heading of the goal line now then? Not the other 9 outfield players that Mervyn Day tells to get back at any sign of an opposition attack.

I've not got the time or the energy to add my two pennies following the last 3 terrible performances. There's enough of that eloquently written elsewhere.

Meanwhile tomorrow I take my son to his first ever football game. Mine 30 years ago resulted in a defeat, lets hope he has better luck tomorrow but more importantly goes home with that wonderful feeling of excitement, awe and belonging. There is, I still believe, no better feeling than being an Addick.

My holiday in Mexico was wonderful and I will write about that when I get home (to Chicago). I have been back in London since Monday afternoon and have been a busy bee, but I'm just off to meet some old mates for lunch followed tonight by going to see the couple whose wedding I was best man at in their new place in St Albans.

Oh, and you can't escape the election can you? When I get back to Chicago I will try to work out what the Yanks and their media make off it all - probably not much.

Curbs and the players need us tomorrow. I have come a long away to get behind them. Let my boy have our songs ringing in his ears on the way home tomorrow night.  ¶ 02:24