Strike Factory

Huh for starters I managed to get some temping work in Burgess Hill at a mail company called Mail International, it resulted in work there for Wednesday and Thursday last week, the work went pretty well despite the Foyer panicking it would effect my benefits, but we got something sorted on Friday, as I managed to do just under 16 hours, and I get my cash for that work tomorrow. Thanks for the work Brook Street in Crawley, and sorry about not being able to do the work last Friday.

But I enjoyed the work overall, after a quiet weekend I got prepared for the trip to Croydump for the A23 derby against Brighton, I managed to get a ticket at the last minute courtesy of a Brighton fan from Worthing, I got to Crawley Station and strangly saw more Brighton than Palace, I got the train to E. Croy***, with some Albion fans from Copthorne, as we left lovely Sussex and entered Surrey heading towards Redhill (or Rediw as locals call it), we allready began to notice the landscape look bleak and depressing, as we advanced towards Croy***, we noticed more and more graffiti, and boarded up windows. At Merstham, we noticed that the Seagull fans had allready invaded Palarse country, when we saw a fire burning Burberry Caps.

Then we were at East Croy*** Station, I raced to Platforms 3 and 4 to meet up with the Albion fan for the tickets on that platform I saw a train full of Stone Island Albion guys shouting Seagulls. The Met Police keeping them under order, I got the tickets from the Albion fan, and we advanced to Selhu*** Station, and then had to walk through the dark depressing streets of the s***hole Surrey town to Smellhurst. I noticed that most of the locals gardens had either cars or rubbish in them, I only saw 2 nice gardens, both next to each other, I guess that must have been Brighton Blokes house and his decent neighbours place, we arrived at Smellhurst, the whole of the ISF and a lot of McCarthys crocs were present, I was ready for my away debut. We entered the stand, and from kick off all I could hear was Brighton chants, we held out against the Pal***, and at half time it was the Brighton fans singing, and the Pal*** were silent, in the second half, Paul McShane, who will go down as a hero in my book for the rest of my life got the winning goal. The Brighton end of the ground went nuts, for the rest of the match, the Brighton fans sung their hearts out, giving it large to the Palace, while the Palace fans around the ground looked white and shocked, at full time the Brighton end went nuts. The Palace fans left looking down and shocked. And I am ovet the moon as a result, more to come later, and also adding a link to a site, about a very unfortunante young lady.But for now.

SEAGULLS.