The Cod Almighty team

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Ever wondered about the lives of those responsible for that website you occasionally read over your sandwiches on a Wednesday lunchtime? Wonder no more...

Life president

Simon Wilson
Simon lives in deepest, darkest West Yorkshire betwixt Leeds and Bradford. While being too close to Valley Parade for his liking, one positive consequence is that Town's youth team play just up the road from Si's house once a season. Currently spends his spare time trying to brainwash, we mean convince his daughter and son that supporting Town is the righteous path.

Editorial team

Pat Bell
At school in mid Wales, Pat's claims to support Grimsby led most of his fellow pupils to assume he was one of those kids who wasn't interested in football but just pretended to support a fourth division side to take the piss (a view reinforced when they watched his efforts on the pitch). Numerous family moves have left Pat, a third-generation Mariner, having to reconcile supporting Grimsby at football, Wales at rugby and Yorkshire at cricket. Pat missed out on Town's 1980s spell in the second division because he was too busy fomenting revolution: a capacity in which he once stunned a member of the Grimsby Labour Party. "I was at a meeting in London but found myself standing next to a chap who'd spoken earlier about the failings of Grimsby Labour Party. He (and Bill Brewster, who was with him) duly fainted when this bloke from Llanelli started to engage them in a conversation about Harry Wainman all evening..."

Pete Green
Pete missed the 4-0 win over Sheffield United that clinched the third division title in 1980 and vowed to wreak vengeance on the world by becoming a freelance writer. In 2002 he achieved his dream by getting the sack. He works for Cod Almighty in between writing, singing, watching Ready Steady Cook, and going to the pub, and is not an advocate of kilts.

Mark Stilton
Usually found sulking at the back of the Pontoon. Mark is famous for distracting Gazza during the home match against Burnley in the 2001-02 season. Mark heckled, Gazza missed the free kick and Town won the game and stayed in Division One. He is still waiting for a thank-you note from Blundell Park.

Match reporter extraordinaire

Tony Butcher
Tony, CA's resident match reporter, is often seen moping around the outer boundaries of BP trying to pass himself off as a manager (it's all in the coat). Some may say he does a better job of this than his Stuart Hall-like match reports, but they're just bitter. Has been known to write songs about Kevin Jobling and will shout "foul throw" at random points throughout a match.



Diary team

Monday: Original/regular Diary
For several years from the origin of Cod Almighty in 2002, the Diary was written six days a week by just one person. This heavy commitment to the CA cause eventually ceased to be practical, and your original/regular Diary is down to Mondays only. One reason, happily, was the arrival in 2008 of Baby Diary. The second, rather less happily, was having to get a job.

Tuesday: Middle-Aged Diary

Wednesday: Wicklow Diary

Thursday: Devon Diary

Friday: Retro Diary

Our other writers

Mat Hare
Cod Almighty's resident tipster. Currently living in London so southern away games are about all he gets to see of Town. Rarely goes back to Grimsby because he has family there. Likes beer. And swearing. And gambling. And short sentences.

Andy Lumbard
Andy lives in Brackley, south Northamptonshire, and is more likely to be found at away games that are within a couple of hours' travelling time than at home games. He started going to games in the late 1960s with his grandad, who used to make him walk from Torrington Street. He lived through the Tees and Chatterley eras, abstained from the Lyons era through lack of interest, and returned to the matchday experience in the early 90s with his son Ross, who was not only old enough to whinge like a true supporter but too young to become a glory-seeking, trophy-hunting follower of a Premiership side which he would only see on TV. Andy grew up in Grimsby and attended Clee Grammar. It was at junior school that his sporting opportunities were missed. While representing Waltham Leas in the 50 yards he was always beaten by a couple of kids from Nunsthorpe and Bursar Street: Tony Ford and Glenn Cockerill... now whatever happened to them?

Andy Holt
Recently moved to New Zealand with his Kiwi wife, his only access to the Mariners is via the internet. Some things don't change, except the time zone. 1 January 1991 will live with him always. He just can't remember who other than Gary Childs scored.

Paul Ketchley
Paul now lives in St Albans, and rumour has it that he moved from Kent in 2003 because we no longer played at Selhurst Park and Gillingham, and he could get to Luton and Peterborough easily. His first game was the 1956 championship-winning match against Bradford City.

Sam Metcalf
Sam can't remember his first match at Blundell Park, but it was probably cold and wet. And the weather wouldn't have been much better. After moving away from Grimsby in the early nineties, vowing never to go to The Barge ever again until they relaid the mucky carpets, Sam now lives in Nottingham and doesn't get to Blundell Park half as much as he would like. He still owns one of those black and white wigs from the Wembley season and wears it now and again while out shopping.

Miles Moss
The famous league cup victory over Everton in 1979 was Miles' first taste of what Town can do when they put their minds to it. Despite being disappointed, let down, made to feel like a fool, even, on several occasions, he keeps coming back for more. I think he likes it really. His house is a prawn sandwich throw away from Old Trafford, but Blundell Park is next to his heart.

Alistair Wilkinson
Growing up surrounded by Hull and Scunthorpe fans ensured an antipathy toward our Humber cousins that continued after Al had got into footy. Now whiles away the long hours in a frozen veg workhouse thinking of rhyming words, and regularly being reminded of how "shit" Town are by his factory fodder brethren.