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Diary - Friday 4 May 2007

4 May 2007

Today the Cod Almighty diary beats even the "Evening" Telegraph's ludicrously early publication time with a special early edition. The Scots seem to have fucked up their election, with a posse of tartan clad election officials currently labouring to stick back together the ballot papers torn up by an irate golf-club-swinging non voter. Meanwhile Fen Butcher has woken up to the fact that his bedroom now appears to be a shop window as Ferguson junior has a bit of a clear out. But Town were involved in these elections too - it's Councillor Boylen now. Mr Boylen who allegedly eschewed traditional vote garnering tactics in favour of a pre-vote cheerleading session beat a tory called Phyllis. She never had a chance, eh?

Lord Buckley is a very quotable man. So quote his excellent interview on Mariners World I will. "I never take me foot off the gas, me" indicates that Town will be trying at Shrewsbury tomorrow. "Peter Bore stubbed his toe in training this morning" is another coded message to the fevered ears of your Guest Diarist. Buckley, who continues to refuse the platitude generator implant, is surprised to discover that he will miss Danny North tomorrow. Young North went over on his ankle and will miss the last game of the season. Buckley is not surprised about the injury, but rather at the excellent progress his young striker has made in the last couple of months. Hear hear we all say. And damn that pesky ankle - I was looking forward to him and Lump leading the line together again tomorrow. On the good news front the excellent Bolland will return to face a crowded midfield at gay meadow. There was no mention for once of his Maccaness. So wait we must to find out if we will get a final glimpse of the greatest right back ever.

Any road that's your lot because, as that most flippant of diarists told us yesterday, in his most insouciant style, we're off out for the weekend. And I've got to peel the veg. One last piece of advice from Martin Fry who is on the radio just now: "never put food references in to lyrics". I knew there was something over the top in Macarthur Park. See yer.