Since I was in such a good mood I decided to go to the pub, they had Sky Sports on so I could listen to the highlights of the Millwall/Crewe game while I supped my beer as the barmaid kept wiping my table (I clumsily slopped beer on the table) and the barman stood with his arms folded and a look on his face like “I’m the fucking Governor!”

I only stayed for a couple of hours as I was texting Thes (winding her up about not going out this weekend ) and my battery died, serves me right for teasing her I guess. I wanted to watch the England game so popped home for 30 minutes to charge my phone and then went to The Victory.

I like The Victory, it is a tiny pub tucked away down a back street and is almost always quiet. It is frequented by seasoned drinkers from the estate and the arty types who rent the studios around the corner.

I always go there if I’m watching England as there are only a handful of people in and you can get a seat.

Three guys sat alongside me at the bar, one of them looked the spitting image of Richard Herring and even sounded like him. In fact he looked so much like him I was almost convinced it was him but then I thought what the hell would Richard Herring be doing drinking in a tiny pub tucked away down a back street in Bethnal Green?

I actually bumped into him twice in the loo and the second time he quipped “we should stop meeting like this!”, I laughed and quickly left the toilet before he quipped again!

After the match I decided to have a couple more and catch a bit of the Irish game. I had a bit of a chat with Richard Herring’s clone and his mates while they were playing pool. I left at half time in a very good mood.

Until I got home.

My dad was angry and resentful that I had gone out for a couple of hours to watch the football. He seems to forget that I’m not 9 anymore. I used to have to turn my phone off when I went out because he would be phoning me and demanding to know what time I’m coming home.

I got so angry that I stormed downstairs and took the dog for a long walk, I forgot to take my glasses off and as I came out of the block I kicked the entry door open and my glasses fell off and smashed on the floor so I now have to find £60 from somewhere to buy a new pair.

Not the best end to a day.

I was waiting to pay for some items in my local shop yesterday when I glanced around and saw the front page of The Daily Star newspaper. It said that there are plans afoot to make a movie about Jade Goody’s life.

Don’t get me wrong, I felt empathy for her when it was announced that she was terminally ill but what the fuck has she done with her life that makes her so deserving of a Hollywood movie about her life? Natasha Richardson died recently and nobody gave a damn about her, and she was a respected actress!

Even David Prowse is fighting cancer at the moment, where is his creepy OK Magazine tribute-to-his-life-while-he-is-still-alive?!

Apparently the film will show that Jade truly was an inspiration to women. If you are a woman and you are inspired by Jade Goody then you need some serious psychiatric help.

Her life can hardly inspire women: Woman is born, is loud mouthed, is thick as 1,000,000 planks, goes on reality show and shows entire world her minge that looked like a hippo’s yawn, gives a blow job while entire nation watch, is racist, dies.

If you want to remember her then plant some trees and then move on with your lives.

I don’t like the woman, that is no real big secret. The stupider she became the more famous she became! Only in this country, and maybe America, could that actually happen!

This is why I don’t read the tabloids anymore, it angers up the blood.

Yes you are reading the title of this post correctly. Today something marvelous happened, something that not even the greatest minds in the world could have imagined with all their huge brains scooped out of their heads and stuck together to make one huge sticky brain! I am in a good mood!

I’m not really sure why I’m in a good mood, I’m not going to start looking too hard or I might start getting into a bad mood again and I don’t think my liver would handle another bender like I had the other night.

It was nice to wake up and not instantly be in a mood. I pottered about, did a couple of articles, lightly scolded someone online for worrying about me, secured a few more article gigs and watched lots of telly.

I was given some free tickets to see a comedy show tonight in Angel, I had nobody to go with and being a tight bastard I was not going to let the tickets go to waste so I went on my own. Good job I did not pay for the tickets (everyone else did!) as the acts were terrible.

One even did mainly Peter Kay jokes for 20 minutes. I have never left a comedy show early before but I was home way before the show was due to end at 10:30pm. But even this did not stifle my good mood.

I’m running out of vitamins so I had to make another stock up and was lucky to find a web site that sells discount supplements which will save me a bit of money than buying them from my local chemist. Which is what I did before.

I have nothing planned for the weekend, I might go to the pub on Saturday and watch the England game but apart from that I think I will be pottering about the house and sleeping. I do these two things rather well.

Hopefully this good mood will last more than one day.

It was not an easy decision for me to make, anybody who knows me will tell you that I love playing football more than anything in the world. But as of now I have officially called it a day playing football at league level. I have hung up my boots as they say.

I did make the decision rather quickly. The main reason was because Reiss plays for the same team that I play for and although he can go and fuck himself it would only cause more problems if I turned up at football and caved his fat face in. It would get him even more sympathy and he would just love that.

I wish I could say this was the sole reason but it isn’t.

If I am being honest with myself I have been struggling to keep my head above water for the past couple of years. I think the only reason Acton Town kept me on their books for five years was because they struggled to find players and I kept them afloat with fines I got from bookings and red cards.

I am no real big loss to the team though, they played two small games on Sunday without me and won them both quite convincingly, and to be honest Wayne has been able to do most of the organising without me so it seems the club will not stumble without me at the helm.

Wayne and a few others have been trying to get me to change my mind but I think my mind is pretty much made up this time. It would either be me or Reiss that would have to leave and since almost all of his friends play for the team it makes more sense for me to walk.

It is a shame because I was looking forward to having a couple more seasons before stepping down.

A rather boring day today although it was about midday I was still feeling quite light-headed from the night before, almost like I was still drunk. Mind you I did put away a fair few pints the night before. Maybe it is age creeping up on me.

I briefly spoke to Thes online who was in a very good mood after one of her friends cheered her up the night before. That was good as it made me feel slightly cheery myself. When she is happy it is quite infectious!

I was put in a bad mood later on in the day when I went to the shop and was called a fat bastard by a woman who had a gut that looked like she was concealing Mount Etna under her jumper!

When I go to the shop these days I tend to take the long way around for some reason. Instead of cutting through the estate I will walk down the side of the estate around my nephew’s school and up Bonner Road. Then I will walk down Bishops Way and walk along Cambridge Heath Road and go home via the Vicky Park route.

Every time I walk along Cambridge Heath Road I notice that the new exit signs shop that has cropped up always has some new displays in the front window. They are always lit up which makes me believe that the owner does not care about his carbon footprint.

On the way home I saw a woman on an old rickety bike that was rattling and groaning every time she pushed her foot onto the peddles, but she did not care. She had a smile on her face like she had not a care in the world, that made me smile for a couple of minutes.

I tried to be all happy and productive yesterday but by about 12pm I was in the mood to start punching people in the throat. By 1pm I had enough and took myself off to the pub and stayed until about 7pm when I popped back home to get my cash card so I could get more money out.

I was walking towards my block when I noticed a group of black guys hanging around, I normally see them so thought nothing of it but then I heard a noise behind me and turned to see a large groups of Asians running into the estate and running towards me.

They ran straight past me and steamed into the black gang who were only too happy to come and meet them and both sides kicked the shit out of each other. As I went into the block I saw an Asian guy slump to the floor clutching his stomach, I’m guessing he was one of the guys that got stabbed.

By the time I got to my door the police had turned up and both gangs had fled. Maybe it is me being a heartless bastard but I did not care, while some guys hung around outside my bedroom window (I have a communal balcony they weren’t hanging onto the window sill!) bragging and getting all excited all I wanted to do was go back to the pub and continue getting bladdered.

While I was in the pub I had a revelation of just how sad and pathetic I was. I was sitting in a pub, on my own, getting drunk, being grumpy and surfing the internet on my mobile phone!

When I finally crawled out of the pub (again I was in The Hare, the large lady behind the bar will vouch that I was there if anybody feels the need to check) I grabbed something to eat and then had a rather boring couple of hours online as everybody I talk to was out having life, the selfish bastards!

You people who went out and had great times should stop and remember for a minute that because of you being so selfish I was forced to talk to my fucking brother for about four hours!

As I was leaving the pub I noticed a big sign that advertised that on Sunday they have jazz music playing. I might pop down and check this out, I enjoy a bit of toe-tapping and finger-snapping now and again.