Injection Nope, no news before you ask. We are being about as late as a Network South Eastern train.

This week at work we have had the companies main board here, so it has been best behaviour and lot's of nodding but I think we passed. Last time they were here we lost someone if you know what I mean (it was before my time).

Evening's have been taken up with mindless chatter, baby books and Entourage. I want to be Ari Gold, surely the most scurrilous character ever to appear on television. Sheer genius. I have also had a complete blow up with my letting agent in Chicago, who inextricably has turned into the she-devil. She in turn is off the Christmas list and has one less client mug enough to pay her a lot of money to do bugger all.

Anyway back to things in hand. Today at the hospital a nurse recommended a medicinal injection to encourage labour, I have no idea what she meant but I am personally recommending a stinking hot chicken madras tonight for tea.

I notice that Phil Parkinson described our game on Saturday as being as big a derby as Millwall. Well I don't know about you but I would put the Gills just below Southend United and just above Watford in the derby stakes and a loooong way below Millwall and Palarse. You?

Anyway as Parky said Saturday in Chavingham has all the makings of a home game. The Chicago Addick family and friends will be well represented in north-east Kent while I sit on the sofa working out what a medicinal injection is and eating cold naan bread.  ¶ 16:36