Living in the corporate fog.

Is it any wonder we are all completely mashed up. Constantly bombarded by all these corporate companies telling you to buy their product, eat their food, read their stuff. Corporate silly bods are everywhere, they employ lots of people that get treated like sh!t, and pay ridiculously low wages for doing a sh!tty job.

Nothing disturbed me more about corporate people and places than last night did.

I went to the football with my dad. I was rather excited as I've not been to the football for a good few years, and I've not really spend any length of time with my dad at any point. So I get my Chelsea shirt on, and get dad to wear his. I wait for Dad's mate to appear and drive, and as I as waiting I decided to put a t-shirt on underneath in case it was a little nippy when we got there.

All was fine and dandy, trip was good, a bit of a laugh, talking about buildings taking off (no, I didn't know what they were on about either) listening to holiday stories, and events that people can only laugh about. It was alright. I somehow managed to come up with a plan to all go by bus to the last game of the season. Which I am going to with dads mates......but not dad......

Anyway, I get there, and Dad & I go our separate ways, because we have to meet a bloke in the Hotel reception. So here comes this directing manager, loud and scruffy, a bit of a jack the lad as dad puts it, but who cares, he's giving us tickets. And then a colleague of dad appears with his son, who is autistic, but very very sweet. Loves football, and we found out that there is nothing he doesn't know about all the kings and queens. Anyway, he was eager to see the pitch and the players warming up, so they went straight on to the Speedie entrance.....and after finishing our drinks we followed along too.

So we go along to the not very quick Speedie entrance, and as we are about to walk in, some lady grabs us, asks to see our tickets, and then informs us that she can't let us in. We were about to go into a corporate area, and therefore Chelsea tops were not allowed.

I'm sorry, what?!

We had to remove our Chelsea tops before we were allowed any further. I wasn't aware that a corporate area at a football ground had a dress code that didn't allow football shirts of the team you are going along to support. There was also an issue with me wearing trainers and god knows what else was wrong with my clothing. Luckily I had a t-shirt on underneath, or it could have been a trip to London for nothing.

But really the cheek of it. I can't complain in some ways, I was subjected to the harsh reality of an all you can eat buffet before the game, and cakes galore at half time, and cushioned seats while watching the game outside with heaters beaming down on us all.

I can however complain in other ways. First and foremost, this is Stamford Bridge, the home of Chelsea FC, and it's a match day. Look around the whole ground. Everyone (pretty much) is wearing Chelsea shirts. The thing with these corporate places is that, in most cases, it's full of rich managing directors who are "entertaining" clients in the hope of a good deal. It's all about money really. So you end up sat with a whole host of toffee nosed wankers, who don't even support the team that you are there to watch. And that really pisses me off.

It has to be said that while in other parts of the ground fans were singing away, having a laugh and a joke, I was sat with a whole load of serious people who probably had no interest in the game anyway.....due to money money money on the brain.

The other disappointment of the day was the score. A 1-1 draw. We played Wigan, we didn't play to a very high standard, but we should have won. There are problems with Chelsea, big problems, we just aren't good enough anymore. We have lost and spark and flare we once had a few seasons ago, and that to me is painful. Man Utd will win this years premiership, and deservedly so. Chelsea of late have just been, quite frankly, boring!

I did put my shirt on in the toilets for the second half.....by which time I could no longer give a toss whether I was sat with the corporates or a bunch of football hooligans!!