A 7am work shift as Anna departed for South London.

As ever, I got the raw deal.

Good morning, mad cat. You have me chained here for the next three days.

I pressed the publish button for the Wiv Indies site. I remain something of a bystander, albeit one that likes their non-party political stance.

I was asked to put something online. I was happy to do this. I’ve genuinely no idea how the message will be received.

We’ve [ha!] already been looking at platforms such as Democracy OS. It could be the start of something really significant.

It could just be another WordPress site…

Robert Elms had something of a Crystal Place morning. I have grown to love SE19 and the surrounds over the years.

He played some BONKERS old time Music Hall song that had a very tenuous Crystal Palace connection. The old school South London accent was quite something.

I finally caught up with the Novara piece from last Friday. I really can’t see what all the fuss is about.

Momentum is as much a party within a party as bloody Progress is.

I was asked to write something late in the afternoon about the impending 20th anniversary of the korfball club.

TWENTY years ago.

Blimey.

I still blame my knackered knees on over a decade of putting them through their paces on the korfball courts of South London.

I played some Prince early evening. Sign ‘O’ Times still sounds incredible.

This then led to a Spotify session with Morris Day and The Time, something that hasn’t aged as well…

More work into the evening, and then the second half of the City match.

Funny old weather as well today. Hail stones bigger than my bollocks.

Blimey.