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Diary - Thursday 12 April 2012

12 April 2012

Here's one for the teenagers: if Shouty is the Ron Nasty and Shorty the quirky Dirk McQuickly, Dave Moore is very much the Barry Wom of the Blundell backroom. Hey, it's Thursday, it's Deviant Diary with home thoughts from a broad range of archaic anarchic memories. And a DVD collection. Hmm, does that make our local fridge magnate the Leggy Mountbatten of the Main Stand? Teenagers in 1978, of course.

With another season dribbling away like a toddler with an ice pop, we're left with that traditional crie de guerre from management regarding imminently terminating employment contracts. Thus the feral fulminator of the Fentydome, Shouty the snippy snapper, snarls and spits out a warning/challenge to a whole list of perfectly adequate players. Apart from Kenny Teapot, of course. He's a shoo-in for a boot-out. It really is not now for Arthur.

Listen lads, we can still do this!

What, you think Town can still escape to victory? Release that straw! Those of a desperate bent still searching for highways and byways to play-off salvation can cross off route one. Those serial insolvents at the gaping chasm of doom will last just long enough to complete the season. But a double relegation is a-comin' their way, if they even survive 'til quarter to five on 2 May. Thus shall Town's serial failure to deal with the Quackers continue to be the forever swinging sword of Darlocles over North East Lincolnshire. Our rivals for just missing the play-offs won't lose any points, and our world shall slowly revolve like a roasting hog.

Set the controls for the heart of the Scun! With another diary dribbling away like a dog with a sausage, we're left with the traditional festering crie de brie of the pre-season Lincolnshire Cup semi-final. We have a date with Knill's nibblers: Tuesday 24 July 2012.

One day someone will dig up the centre circle: John Tondeur is innocent!