t g i f Works done with for the week and I'll be making my way over to Hornchurch later for a few bevvies and a chicken madras. Tomorrow and the weekend I will be at my parents in Eastbourne.

I've been in town since Tuesday night, a day when I was in Munich, Hannover, Amsterdam and eventually London. I flew into City Airport and low over The Valley, which got the spine tingling and thinking about Monday's game at Craven Cottage. If you are still uhm and arghhing over going, then just remember how better you will feel when you see those red shirts enter the pitch on Monday evening. Book your tickets via this link.

Apart from a few hours of thunderstorms Wednesday the weather here has been very pleasant unlike in Chicago, which got it's first snow of the season yesterday. Mad when you consider when I was last there on Sunday it was 70 and I was in my shorts!

I can't but help mention the England game. I never saw it, it doesn't bother me. Charlton bother me, and I have too many other things to worry about let alone why Steve McClaren always looks like he's going to a funeral. As I have said before for Sven, read Steve. Sven had all the personality of a dullard, whilst McClaren has a charisma more plastic than a credit card.  ¶ 12:47