Strike Factory

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.

I have not been up to a great amount apart from struggling with work. Just been clowning about at home the last week, doing almost sod all. So not a great amount, I have not even been arsed to celebrate the ancient BRITISH and IRISH festival that is Hallowen. On Saturday I ended up venturing down to the cinema, to watch ATONEMENT!, but it was for college reasons, as having to write a essay on the book. Could not help but drool at Keira Knightley through the movie though. At the moment, I am in a dilemma like last year whether to go to the legendary Lindfield Bonfire Festival, or venture to Lewes for the first time ever, or even go for drinks in Brighton. I fancy going out to the Lewes bonfire thing, then again I may be meeting a nice lady over the weekend.

Finally looking at photos on Facebook, of peoples partys, I am flattered and shocked at how the blonde wig look has become fashionable amongest males and females which started off with me wearing the wig to Cheltenham, looks like I might have to make another appearance in one soon.