Jah Lush

Brockwell Park in Herne Hill tonight. Might pop into the Half Moon afterwards where there is a Clash tribute band playing.

John Willmot, penned his poetry riddled with the pox Nabakov wrote on index cards, at a lectern, in his socks St John of the Cross did his best stuff imprisoned in a box And Johnny Thunders was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks

Later on we smoked a pipe that struck me dumb And made it impossible to speak As you closed in, in slow motion, Quoting Sappho, in the original Greek

You spurn my natural emotions You make me feel like dirt And I'm hurt And if I start a commotion I run the risk of losing you And that's worse

Quit work and live a life of leisure.

West Ham 3 Bolton 1

You're only 29 Gotta a lot to learn but when your mummy dies she will not return

Showing a bit of passion when you're watching your team is only natural, so why be embarrassed about it. We all do it.

I get your point perfectly Nero. I heard you the first time and you are correct in what you so say about the columnist.

I hear you Nero but as he's a social commentator he's only doing what he's paid for and that is to write his point of view despite what the paper's agenda may or may not be. Also how can we leave her alone when it is she who seeks to be in the media to raise her profile for her various charities and whatnot. She's a deluded self-publicist. Be that as it may I still think she is a sociopath.

From today's Daily Mirror and I have to say that I agree mostly with what Brian Reade has written here. Mills the martyr is lost in fantasy land Brian Reade 01/11/2007 I'm aware that some people hold journalists in lower esteem than lonely farmers who interfere with their livestock on the way home from the pub. I'm aware because I'm occasionally told I'm lower than a sheep-abuser. And at times I agree. But experience has taught me that the majority of famous people who try to convince the world there is a concerted press campaign to destroy them and their loved ones, are deluded hypocrites. Think Earl Spencer, who harangued the media for profiting from his sister's image, before turning his home into a pay-at-the-gate shrine to her memory. Think Jonathan Aitken, who vowed to fight journalists with his sword of truth, before falling on it. Think Cherie Blair, who claimed she was hated because the Press held an agenda against her. When in truth the nation had simply tired of her brazen free-loading and the pressure she put on Labour MPs to send young men to their deaths in Iraq to save her hubby's skin. And then there's Heather Mills. Planting herself before various TV cameras yesterday, showing al-Qaeda how to truly make a martyr video. Well, excuse me for not being taken in by her tears over incessant media "lies", because untruths and Heather have a bit of history. She says she's being called "a whore, a gold-digger and a fantasist." So let's bring on the witnesses. There's no shortage of people with a McCartney surname to back up the gold-digger claim. And as for the fantasist accusation, where do you start? This is a woman whom Walter Mitty would have bought material off. Who claimed her mother had lost a leg when she hadn't and who stole the identity of another Heather Mills to pose as a journalist. Her ex-fiance Chris Terrill says when she left him she told their mutual friends it was because she'd discovered he was a gay MI6 agent, paid by the British arms industry to sabotage her anti-landmine work. Even though he was a heterosexual, freelance film-maker. Her self-delusion is breathtaking. She attempted to deny those interviews were part of a PR offensive in her bitter divorce battle, by saying she couldn't talk about the case. Then mentioned the judge's comments, potential settlement figures, and accused McCartney's "corner" of spreading spin. But it's her self-obsession that is truly scary. How many women would liken their circumstances to Princess Diana's at the time of her death, or their current misery to Kate McCann's? Mills compared herself to both. Without blinking. When Fern Britton told her that most celebrities have to take criticism she drowned her out by yelling: "I'm responsible for nine countries." At least that explains why she's asking Macca to part with so much cash, if she's got that many dependants. Her stunts, pouts, lies, outbursts, desperation for publicity (think Dancing With The Stars) and delusions of grandeur have turned the self-styled Lady Mills McCartney into a sad caricature. Someone who believes she should have a permanent seat on the UN Security Council, while the world thinks it should be a stool in Moe's Bar on The Simpsons. And all the Press does is reflect that much-deserved public derision. The truth is, Heather, we don't hate you. We've just sussed you. Which, to the Lady Mayoress of Fantasy Island, is probably the cruellest blow of all.

I don't see what the study of caves has got to do with it Snorky.

My passport photo doesn't look like me at all. In fact I look like Carlos the Jackel minus the moustache. Hideous.

Hmmm...perhaps she's a sociopath, which I think is probably nearer the mark Snorky.

What Snorky said.

I went to the Spurs match against the might of Blackpool last night. We have got a very very long way to go before we can have any sort of bragging rights over the Arse...unfortunately.

We cocked it up against Moldova, Croatia and Russia. We've only got ourselves to blame. Roman Loadsamoney has got his fingers in both Israel and Russia. Which one do you thing he'd prefer to go through? Got to be Russia hasn't it?

Gloating bloody Gooners. I really want Man Utd to turn 'em over now and that's saying something.

Indeed it was Keef, over 150 rums to sample as well. Happy daze.

*Yawns* So you keep saying Sharp.

Oh Sharp do stop it. You're just too obvious.

Of course you don't work there do you Sharp.

LOL - Definitely justified grounds for divorce I think. But, what led her to do such a vile and nasty thing?

Ah! The Toucan, haven't been in there for ages. Fabulous Guinness and steak and ale pies. Used it quite a lot when I was suffering from Sohoitis.

When people stared at Jagger's eyes and scored