On Saturday I was meant to go to football training. I got to Bethnal Green station to find out that half the Central line was once again closed for “urgent Engineering Works”, but there was no work because the workers do not work on the line (this part of the line is not underground) when it is pissing down with rain.

This meant that I had to get off at marble Arch and then fight my way to the bus stop and wait 30 minutes to get onto a packed number 7 bus to East Acton, a journey that took me around an hour.

I had to get that bus because the replacement bus service does not start at Marble Arch, It starts about six stops along. I got the replacement bus service at East Acton.

The thing is they do not put up signs to tell you where the bus is going, apparently the replacement bus service covered four different routes today and if you ask the driver he just shouts at you to sit back down and not disturb him.

I ended up in Ealing Broadway, it had now gone 3pm (training start time) and I’m about an hour away. I’m standing in the pissing rain with about 70 other people waiting for one fucking bus that took 40 minutes to arrive and then REFUSED TO TAKE ANYONE BECAUSE THE DRIVER WANTED A CUP OF FUCKING TEA!!

At about 3:40pm I sent Jayson a text saying that I was not coming and ended up walking most of the way home in the pouring rain, and I never saw one fucking bus until I got to a train station that was working.

I hate London Transport, their service is shit yet they still bloody insist on putting the prices up twice a fucking year!

I do not know why but for some reason my dad has started opening my mail.

For the past few days (since Monday) he has opened every single piece of mail that has come, despite having my name clearly marked on each of them. Even the ones for Tapp Out Radio have been opened.

This morning he opened a package that had Tapp Out Radio, C/O Dean Saliba on it. It contained four new albums from Sparkle Promotions for me to add to Tapp Out Radio’ playlist.

I asked him why he opened it and he said that he never, he said it was the postman. So apparently the postman has been opening my mail and then delivering it.

At one point he used to open my mail and then hide it from me.

I’d phone up a company and ask them why they have suspended our service and not sent a bill, they will argue with me that they sent me a bill and a reminder. I will then find both of them opened and stuffed down the side of his chair.

I don’t mind him reading my mail, it is not as if I have something to hide, but I just wish he would not lie about it or hide them down the side of his chair for months on end.

I told you he is a cunt!

I finally give up on my dad.

I spent hours scrubbing the bathroom today, doing all those little cleaning jobs that we should do more often, and he goes in five minutes after and pisses all over the wall, toilet and floor!

He does that every single time that he goes to the toilet. He does not aim you see, he stands about a foot away from the toilet and then scratches his head with both hands as he pisses all over the place!

None of my family will come anywhere near him because he has moaned, nagged and insulted them all so many times that they have become sick and tired of him. In fact the only person that comes to see him now is one of his step daughters, and even she is getting fed up of him.

If it was not for the fact that Tower Hamlets council refuse to house me (I’m not a refugee, I’m not addicted to anything, I don’t have kids, etc) then I would be out of there so fucking fast. No one else in their right mind would go through the shit I have to put up with.

He actually tried to ground me last month! I’m almost 28!

One hell of a boring weekend.

Training at Acton Town was OK this week. We did a simple run around the pitch and then got straight into a match. I was back to my normal self, throwing hard sliding tackles around the place.

Four of the players complained about my tackling, they said it was too hard. Jayson told them to shut up crying and take them like a man. This is a contact sport, they will get worse than my tackles in league and cup games.

Reiss came back fron Ireland today (Sunday), I was speaking to him for a couple of hours on MSN. He seems to have enjoyed himself over in Cork, supping pints of proper Guinness.

He wants me to meet up with him and a few others next Sunday to have a night out, I have saved a nice little bit of money since he has been in Ireland so I can afford a nice couple of nights out on the piss!

I finally got my broadband internet connection back on Friday, for about 30 seconds before it cut out on me again. I spent SIX FUCKING HOURS on a premium rate phone number trying to talk to someone at PlusNet who is not a complete fucking idiot!

“Is your computer switched on”?
“Have you turned it on correctly?”
“Have you plugged it in at the wall?”

How stupid do they think I am!?

It turns out that I am in the middle of being upgraded to an 8mb connection and it will take 14 days to set up. Until this happens i will have no broadband access even though I still have to fucking pay for it!

I never asked for this upgrade, I was quite happy with my 2mb connection, and they never sent me any communication to let me know about this upgrade.

So I’m back on dial-up until the 1st of the month.