We are the Rainham end, we are the best...

Sent to bed

I was thinking seriously about giving the Superbowl a go last night, then this:

DLL: what're you doing?

ME: I was going to watch the Superbowl...(she raised an eyebrow)...well, some of it at least.

DLL: Have you seen the time?

Five simple words: have you seen the time? Meaning: are you mad? You won't last through to the first adverts. She was doubting my sanity and my stamina. Neither of which, to tell the truth, would stand up to robust scrutiny. I was being sent to bed.

Source Code

DLL and I went to see Source Code at the cinema, and it was on Film 4 last night (with adverts but without that incredible news bulletin halfway through they used to inflict on terrestrial telly). We (and me in particular) owe BLISS an apology. Not an ounce of explanation required. Suspicions confirmed. She only ever gets confused when she isn't interested enough to be sufficiently engaged.

DMs. For vegans

Dr Martens have a whole vegan range. Animal free DM boots and shoes. Good for them. Iconic brands stay iconic by moving with the times. Pete Townshend wears nothing else. You can picture him slipping on his tartan air sole slippers as he gets out of bed and swapping them for his air sole trainers to jog to the newsagents in. Ian Dury on the cover of New Boots and Panties.

I think there's something a bit rebellious about choosing DMs.

I can't quite see the vegan DM wearers agonising over what to choose in the muesli section at Holland and Barrett. More likely to be slinging a few effs into the bankers at the Mayday protests, sabotaging the hunt while endangering the DNA challenged participants, or in a new road protest treehouse.

Finally, the big event

After all that sporting trivia at the weekend: the six nations rugby, a full premiership programme, and the Superbowl (1.25 million viewers worldwide) finally the main event: from fortress Priestfield, the mighty Gillingham take on visitors Wyckham Wanderers.

The one we've all (well, some of us) been waiting for.

We used to be at the back of the Rainham End. Corrugated sheet metal on metal fixings, over a brick wall. Two advantages. We could stand on the wall and see the game, we were too short to command a view from anywhere else. When we banged on the crinkly tin, we created a disproportionate din, much more noise than our numbers and youth would otherwise allow us to generate. There's seats everywhere now. There used to be about three rows of them for the posh folk.