Sunday, 10 February 2008
Not as good as being there
I reckon I have read every report, every comment on every message board and studied every photo of Friday's awesome performance and nope it's still not as good as being there. Nevertheless what a wonderful weekend it has been for all Addicks around the world, just a shame that those Palarse twats don't give two hoots about us. LO,'kin L!
It has made me want to work on my travel plans for early March when I want to get home and catch a couple of games. Saying that, travelling is the last thing I want to do at the moment, I have truly had it up to here *taps forehead rigoursly with hand* with being on planes and stuck in airports. Hang on, hum, a rough calculation makes it that I have slept in my own bed just about a week in the last four.
And, in an hour or so I take off to Ft Lauderdale in Florida for our work group's annual symposium. The carrot of this trip is that I will be joined by my long suffering half midweek to go onto the Bahamas for a 5-day holiday.
It has been a frantic few weeks. We still have the builders living in, well not quite but it seems like it. They are doing a fine job but you know, these blokes do have problems with their days. "It will all be done by Wednesday," said with a Latvian American twang. "Oh Wednesday, what friggin' month exactly?" said with South London sarcasm.
Also one day this week I woke to the sad news that one of my mate's Mum's had succumbed to the evil of cancer, but almost at an identical time other friends of ours brought a new baby into the world, their first. Someone will have to explain the karma in that.
There is a lot going on, and there is a probability that the road that Chicago Addick travels, may well take a turn, but more of that another day when I get closer to the crossing.
Not helped by an old German friend in town last night searching for pinot noir, my man-flu is a bit better thanks for asking, although I don't like talking about it! I did find some fantastic drugs, Luke Varney it said on the bottle. Take two every 90 minutes.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend. My only Charlton, you make me happy.... ¶ 11:17
It has made me want to work on my travel plans for early March when I want to get home and catch a couple of games. Saying that, travelling is the last thing I want to do at the moment, I have truly had it up to here *taps forehead rigoursly with hand* with being on planes and stuck in airports. Hang on, hum, a rough calculation makes it that I have slept in my own bed just about a week in the last four.
And, in an hour or so I take off to Ft Lauderdale in Florida for our work group's annual symposium. The carrot of this trip is that I will be joined by my long suffering half midweek to go onto the Bahamas for a 5-day holiday.
It has been a frantic few weeks. We still have the builders living in, well not quite but it seems like it. They are doing a fine job but you know, these blokes do have problems with their days. "It will all be done by Wednesday," said with a Latvian American twang. "Oh Wednesday, what friggin' month exactly?" said with South London sarcasm.
Also one day this week I woke to the sad news that one of my mate's Mum's had succumbed to the evil of cancer, but almost at an identical time other friends of ours brought a new baby into the world, their first. Someone will have to explain the karma in that.
There is a lot going on, and there is a probability that the road that Chicago Addick travels, may well take a turn, but more of that another day when I get closer to the crossing.
Not helped by an old German friend in town last night searching for pinot noir, my man-flu is a bit better thanks for asking, although I don't like talking about it! I did find some fantastic drugs, Luke Varney it said on the bottle. Take two every 90 minutes.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend. My only Charlton, you make me happy.... ¶ 11:17
