Bermuda Addicks

There was a meeting of Bermuda Addicks on Thursday night. We had a couple missing, but there was five of us including an interloper, a Frenchman from Bordeaux currently undergoing some Charlton Athletic induction courses.

We brushed off all the depressing thoughts of actually being a Charlton fan, albeit from this idyllic isle, by drinking plenty of cobra and eating copious amount of Indian food.

Our group does include a Bermudian, Charlton Life’s own LookOut but otherwise we are South London / North Kent lads (there are no ladies yet unfortunately) each having their own story of how they got to be in Bermuda.

I am always amazed by the amount of Addicks that live in far flung places, and I’m not including that idiot who lives in Colorado.

Interestingly, I had lunch that same day with a Millwall fan, who is very nervous for Monday’s crucial game. He’s a lovely bloke, who’s Dad I know as well, but I am hoping they have a miserable bank holiday…. not jealous at all!