Is it the drugs? Is it the alcohol? Or is it the constant masturbation?  Whatever it is I could sense that my memory is losing. It frustrates me when information that I want to keep flushes away faster than you can type 'Doh!', so I feel that there is a need for me to write my own diary, just for the sake of keeping the good times and bad times in trace.

     As this is my first post, let me just tell you what I will put on here. My diary mainly, plus match reviews of my beloved football (soccer) club: Charlton Athletic.

     Some people say that I am stupid, for spending that much time and money on one football club; for wasting a perfect Sunday afternoon taking a 10 hours round trip journey to watch an away match; for risking my own safety cramping into a 25,000+ crowd where instead I could have had a nice drink and relax in front of the television; nothing good can come out of it etc.

     Well all I could say is what do you know? I don't invest my time and effort into something for no return. In football I could find love, excitment and belief. Everytime my team wins or loses my mood can swing greater than a pregnant woman, just ask my girlfriend. Even minor things like having a pre-match drink and burger; chatting with the guy sitting next to me could give me a moment of joy.

     True, for everything else there's Mastercard, but to have found a thing that you can devote half your life into is definitely something money can't buy.  So for the people who laughed at me and criticised me: TRY IT BEFORE YOU JUDGE!!!

     Welcome, and enjoy.