Strike Factory

Been busy the last week, with homework, and reporting a incident on Wednesday, when a drunk Spurs fan, shouted abuse and pushed me about (though I did use self defence very well) at Ifield Station. Luckily he has been reported to British Transport Police. Though the incident has shaken me up a bit. His attempt to beat up Mr Ball failed, as I walked off without a scratch. But makes me more determined to move out of Creepy Crawley. Meanwhile I had a fun day out in East London/ Essex on Saturday traveling to where David Beckham grew up, Leytonstone to see Albion get a impressive draw against the O's. A review will come up in the next few days. I also went to Withdean to see them win in the FA Cup against Cheltenham.

Meanwhile now I have got a camera phone I will be taking pics, for the fashion section, mostly male fashion. I might have a female fashion section. Any girls that are intrested, please let Mr Ball know. Will entertain the blokes on here. No porno pictures please though.

Andy Rumble and Inspector Morse

Last week at the Basketmakers Arms, I very bizarrely said that for some reason Mr Andrew Rumble reminds me of Detective Chief Inspector Endeavour Morse. Most people there dismissed it unsurprisingly including Rumble himself. But I will post some pictures of the Oxford Legend and Haywards Heath Mastermind, and make your minds up. I think it is more the characters of the two people that are similar rather than the looks. Discuss am I right or downright bonkers

Right firstly Mr Ball, is sorry for the lateness of this latest weblog entry. Secondly, Mr Charles has sold half of Strike Factorys stake in Seagulls Nest to Lewes based businessman James Foster, meaning he is now co-editor of the Rivals.net site. Both Strike Factory and Foster Enterprises aim to make the site one of the best Brighton and Hove Albion Football sites.

Meanwhile I went on a entertaining night out last Saturday with Andy Rumble, Brett Mendoza, and co. We began at the usual Basketmakers Arms, with me and Jude Marley discussing about legendary Bobo Dolls getting beaten up by madmen, then it was off to The Hope for some music performed by a band with a very bad cold that everyone in the audience eventully caught including my good self. Afterwards we flopped at Deal or No Deal. Then we headed off for elsewhere, I stupidly lost the others and headed to the former Prodigal, before going to Walkabout, and discovering that Brett Mendoza and co had been thrown out. I then met up with Mr and Mrs Rumble, at Kulture, where we danced like clowns, and then downed a series of shots of Vodka, like true English Gentlemen (or Lady in the case of Natalie Glaskin), sadly the experience came to a sad end when a complicated event led to Andy Rumble being forced to leave. There was a bit of conterversy around Rumble being cruelly forced to leave. Anyway it led to the Rumbles taking a early bed.

With me heading off clubbing for the rest of the night, but not after receiving a nice but bizarre goodnight message from the Rumbles by phone.