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Diary - Wednesday 19 December 2012

19 December 2012

It's less than a week before Christmas and your West Yorkshire Diary is fulfilling to role of the procrastinating male oaf, who has only just entered the early stages of the pre-Christmas panic. So with presents to buy, and time against me, it's quite handy that nothing of any note has happened within (or outside of) The Building during the last 24 hours, which has helped to keep today's diary nice and brief.

Town striker Andy Cook, whose form has improved markedly ever since Anthony Elding left for Preston, has said some things to the Telegraph. He's basically very happy that he's started scoring, which he attributes to the bosses picking him each week. When you consider the managers' alternative striking options have consisted of a mostly injured striker, a striker on loan from Aldershot who hasn't played much since the summer, and a young, eager but inexperienced striker, you can begin to understand that the consistent selection of Cook in the first team was one that was perhaps more by force than choice. But fair play to the lad - his second goal on Saturday in particular demonstrated that he certainly has the ability to shine in this team. Couple that with his relative agility and pace for a target man, plus his link-up play with Ross Hannah, and I think we can be quite excited about his future at the club.

Over on the NSNOS they're bringing to our attention a lovely signed drawing of Lawrie McMenemy by local artist Mark Ives, which you can currently bid for on the well-known auction website. I'm sure that, like everything else that's marketed in December (including the hard skin remover gizmo I saw on TV the other night), it'll make a perfect Christmas gift.

If you want to send a Christmas message to the players and managers, you can do so via the club. Most players seem to be on Twitter these days so you could just do it there instead.

Right, I'm off to buy some presents from a petrol mini mart. It could be tricky as, like Grimsby Town Football Club, I have no fackin' money. Ciao!