Cod Almighty | Diary

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24 September 2014

Shout out to your mothers, it's London Diary here on a very dismal day in the big town downstairs. Murky, grey and wet with a smell of toast in the air. I've just had a cup of matcha green tea as I've heard it's good for you. I've changed? Shut up mate, I'm still banging Bovril like it's going out of business.

No game for the first lot last night, which is annoying as I like a nice lazy Wednesday, riding the wave of a Tuesday night clash. The young guns played Selby last night however, needing an extra 'frame' to 'pot' two more goals in the 'net pockets'. See what I did there? Cue the abuse. This cup game last night actually looks like a snooker score. Ridiculous.

Talking of young guns, a few months ago I wrote in the Wednesday diary that I wished Jack Barlow, former 'next big thing' and earner of £100,000 for the club, all the best for his new future at Boston United. Sadly, it seems that things didn't work out down at the Wash, and so has moved back to his homeland and is plying his trade for Grimsby's Cleethorpes Town. Welcome back pal, there's a new Wetherspoons in Meggies, dive in.

Last week I got a delivery of about 20 copies of The Mariner from 1983, the year I was born. My ex-girlfriend bought them for my birthday last year but forgot to give them to me. I hasten to add that's not the reason she's now an ex. I had a read of a few of them and they're great; a real treat for any Grimsby fan who wants to delve in to a past they they didn't get to see. There was one article from 1984 though that made me chuckle. The piece is called 'Soccer on the Cheap' and it says football is a cheap way of putting entertainment on TV. I won't ruin it for you: hopefully you can have a read. My, how times have changed. Poor Glenn Hoddle. UTM!