Day off from work

I really want to write. That’s what I tell myself every day. But then the day passes and I’ve still not managed to get any writing done. Is it a lack of subject matter? Well I don’t think I live the most interesting of lives, but given the amount of blogs written out there on the interweb, I’m sure I must have something more to offer than some of them. I must have something to say. I don’t think it is subject matter. I think if you write something in the right way then you’ll always be able to get someone’s attention.

Writing about Charlton can sometimes be quite tough, as a lot of the day is already invested thought and reading-wise.

It sums up the wonders of the internet. You can find out the answers to any question you might have. Today’s question was “What are the squiggly lines in my eyes when I look at the sky?” You can find out details about any band that has ever existed, what their albums are like and even listen to some of the tracks. Today’s band was The Atomic Bitchwax. You can also waste time reading the results of a poll conducted on a Charlton fansite. Today’s poll - who was a more pathetic excuse for a football manager during their time in charge, Muppett Number One Alan Pardew, or Muppet Number Two, Iain Dowie. Pardew is currently beating Dowie at the moment, though general consensus appears to be that “we” would rather have David Blunkett in charge that have one of those irritating berks back. Even whilst unable to see, David Blunkett wouldn’t have spent £2 million on Djimi Traore or Luke Varney.

Anyway, finding the energy to write about Charlton can be tricky when you’ve already been brought down to the depths that only following a football club can bring before you’ve even got the sleep out of your eyes. Perhaps if Charlton managed to raise a smile then that would help.

Still there are other things to write about. My life might be the best best. Its not the best at the moment, but it will get better. I absolutely cannot wait to go travelling. The idea of travelling round the world armed with a pen and pad seems exciting and if I can’t make a story out of that, then I may as well never touch a writing accessory ever again.

As long as I don’t go near somewhere where I can access information about Floaters in my eyes, stoner/jam rock bands and perhaps most of, Charlton bleedin’ Athletic.