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Postbag: in the bleak midwinter
Letters Editor
29 December 2010
The letters editor has been reduced to the leavings from the Diary and the T-shirt man, quietly reflecting to himself whether anyone writes letters anymore.
If you have anything you want to say, this is a place where you can say it.
Non sequiturs are us
Hello, I support Man City. Like drinking, like a laugh, chat, you know – bit of a debate, argument, scrap, fight, punch up, break some bloke's nose. I like life. But this diary of yours is an absolute bag of shite.
Duncan Disorderly
via email 7/12/2010
Let us know what you object to, and we'll be happy to have the argument. In the meantime, you know what they say; when one is tired of the CA Diary, one is tired of life.
Grimsby is not ...
Could I make a T-shirt that says, " GRIMSBY IS NOT IN ENGLAND, IT'S IN NORWAY" ?
My Father's old farm is at GRIMSBY, FARSUND, VEST AGDER, NORWAY. I believe GRIMSBYE was the original name and it was later changed. Being an old Norse or Viking name GRIMS= Town and bye= by the sea thus GRIMSBY. I don't know which one is older, but the Norwegian records go back to the 1600's.
The T-shirts are cool, you can also say, " GRIMSBY, BLAME IT ON THE VIKING! BOTH STINK LIKE FISH", I have to get one, God Jul from California, USA and thank you all for your support of our troops. "Pray for PEACE"
Norman GRIMSBY
via email 12/12/2010
I've checked with our lawyers, and they've informed me we haven't given them a big enough retainer to be able to advise us whether we can copyright the words "Grimsby is not in", so go ahead.
Football. Serve without ice
Hi chaps
Just wrote my weekly ESPN piece, for the eyes of the waiting world (ha ha), and thought I'd give Town their annual plug. We even got a piccy of the Park in this time (scroll down to end of article).
Hope the big freeze unfreezeth. Flying from Spain, then up from Canterbury on NYDay to see the game.
Best
Phil Ball
via email 20/12/2010
Just read the SNOS, Phil. They are very reliable about these things. Don't buy a ticket in advance, though.
Birtles reviewed
The official site, I think it was, promised us that Garry Birtles's recent autobiography, My magic carpet ride, has "a substantial section" on his time in Cleethorpes.
It depends on the definition of substantial, but unless six and a half pages (plus a throwaway sentence about Scott McGarvey trying to get off with a Nolan sister) meets yours, and if your interests in Birtles are parochial, keep your money in your pocket. Having said that, they are a good six and a half pages, revealing the antagonistic relationship between Mark Lever and Alan Buckley, and the European Cup Winner's esteem for the workrate of Shaun Cunnington and John Cockerill, not to mention the extent of the post-promotion party.
Naturally, any book written by someone who played for Brian Clough is going to be readable, and Birtles writes with deep-seated honesty, so there are other things to recommend it, although it has to be said the standard of (ghost) writing does suggest it was rushed out for the Christmas market.
Bill Partridge
via email 21/12/2010
Splash screen
How come AB(mkIII) didn't make it onto the screen?
Mike
via email 27/12/2010
Because we didn't want to reopen that particular debate, maybe?
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