My First Grown Up Post!

I was at work on Saturday and had to go and oversee the crowd control management at Upton Park as West Ham (who I am reliably told are a football team) were playing at home against another team, who's name escapes me, but which I am sure had a "u" in it.

Managing crowds is never easy at the best of times, and certainly not in the piss poor access station that is Upton Park. I must say the fans took defeat very well and didn't seem to mind queuing in the pouring rain waiting to be shepherded into an entrance that would struggle to accomodate Kate Moss after a heavy meal. I suppose these West Ham fans have to be stoic - since they are apparently not doing a lot of winning lately. Perhaps the hour queue in the rain was just what they needed to reflect on why they made the trip out in the first place. They lost two nil the match before as well. Its never a good sign when the fans start arriving back at the station when there is still 25 minutes to go. They were clearly not confident of some dazzling footballer pulling something magical out of the bag. See, if it was me, I'd be hanging in there til the bitter end. I do the same thing at concerts. I am always ten percent convinced that the band are gonna come back on and do one last song. I remain convinced until the place is empty and I have double checked that the cleaner is not the lead singer in disguise.

I get very confused about all these football teams and why they resolutely refuse to play where the team name implies they should. Arsenal have their ground in Highbury. West Ham play at Upton Park, Fulham play at Putney Bridge and Chelsea play at Fulham. If I was in charge of the football league that would be one of the first things I sorted out. For that reason alone its probably best that I am not in charge.

After my valiant and unceasing efforts to propel My Luminaries a few more places up the chart it is incredibly frustrating to find that I can't find any chart information online. Its like a state secret or something - and certainly better protected than most state secrets. You never hear about some worker from Music Week leaving their laptop on the train.

I did find out that I could have unfettered access to all the chart information I could possibly want - provided I subscribe to Music Week for the princely sum of £225 per year. Fuck me. I love the band, but I draw the line at that.

I was watching the first of the political 3 party debates on the television this evening. I was expecting great things but was left disappointed. It was not civilised as such, just boring. I still think Darling is the best person to get us out of the mess we are apparently in. He needs a slogan though. I was thinking "How can you trust a chancellor who DOESN'T have eyebrows a different colour from his hair?" It's not very catchy though.

I've been invited to an interview for my promotion on Thursday. I'm quite excited, although its a little awkward in the office at the moment. You see, the promotion I am applying for would have me in charge of the guys I am currently working alongside. More than that, one of the guys also applied for the position and has not been given an interview. I'm trying to put it in terms of Bowie's use of musicians. Just because a guitarist is not right for a particular album, doesn't mean he can't play. well, unless he's Mark Platti, that is. (Me bad).

So, its a busy week for me, one way or another. Only one day off, which is tomorrow and I am spending most of the day getting my hair done. I'm working on a new style and its taken months to grow it to the required length. I decided, now I've hit 40 I need one of those cool hair styles that detract from the wrinkles but also don't make me look like Tim Westwood - respeck! I'll be buying a porsche next. Well, after I learn to drive, that is.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday are all party days. I'm having a lost weekend kind of thing. Alan is fine with it, provided I am home by midnight each night. Actually on Friday night I am crashing at a friend's house - on a couch! A couch! At my age. I feel 20 all over again. Although, I suspect the next day I will wake up feeling about 55.

Anyway, that's it from me, dear readers. Many thanks for the comments on my last blog. Tonyday is right - I really should reply to them more often. I will endeavour to do just that.

I leave you with news that I found the saddest most pointless badge in the world on the street a few days ago. I can't begin to tell you how lame it is. Its so awful in its pointlessness that I might just post it on e-bay and see if anyone buys it. Its total crap!

xxx

P.S. Actually I think that the team West Ham played on Saturday was Stoke City. So it did not actually have a "U" in it. Unless you count the "U" that was repeatedly heard in the phrase "Fuck you, Stoke!" In which case there were two.

Random Babblings

I've actually been blogging for six years. In the past though I have only blogged through a site which does not allow non-members to comment. Since it was a subscription site this didn't really work that well. My friend Jeffrey, in particular, was very cross that he had no recourse to argue with my often inane ramblings. I love that site though. So I'm gonna carry on posting in it. However, to satisfy my legion of almost 12 regular readers (count 'em slowly, it sounds like more) I'm gonna be posting here formally from now and pasting the posts into the other site. I see that Google are promising me untold riches for allowing adverts into the blog. I am selflessly disregarding the untold pleasures that could come my way from the additional 25 pence per year the untold dozens of clicks could yield. If the ads appear anyway, just know that they are nothing to do with me. Especially the ones for Viagra which seem to be coming my way now I've hit forty. I hope you enjoy my blog. I'm like a junkie really. If you keep on stopping by, I'll just keep on coming back for more.

Many thankings.