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Diary - Thursday 19 February 2009

19 February 2009

Was a lunchtime kick-off for the Lincoln game that big an issue? Not that your Idle Diarist cares - I just want to watch The Football on Saturdays! - but someone thinks so, a lot given the amount of grief it is causing.

With updates squirreled away in the news pages of the Grimmo Telegraph on Tuesday and just ignored by the official digital mouth organ of John Fenty and GTFC, the alert and kindly Lincolnshire Echo sports desk has been keeping Town fans fully abreast of the latest shenanigans of what is approaching an Ealing comedy. You just know there is inevitability about Town becoming reacquainted with farce; however, Humberside police's suggestion that the game should be played behind closed doors is just about top of the pile. We'd rather the same efforts were funnelled into hauling back those shitty Friday night games to the more 'traditional' time for a weekend match. But that'd disrupt Town's commercial marketing plan for revenue streams or a reciprocal decision between clubs or some such crap.

Sorry for the language there. Got a bit irked. I'll keep it clean from here on in.

Catch last night's big-up of Cleethorpes in last night's Inside Out? (Twenty minutes in, after the excellent Betjeman piece about his documentary of dirty, dirty Leeds.) You didn't? Not only did you miss your diarist's secret crush, Keeley Donovan, talking about the place: you will also not have seen Town's players standing about on the beach! Cor, eh! Grab a gander if you've got ten minutes to spare and witness, among other things, what my front room would look like if I built a bar and plans to do up the seafront. Incidentally, those plans will fit under the many other licks o' paint for the very recently appointed and very determined Marc Cole, who will head up the area's regeneration. It's a move your diarist for the day considers very shrewd by the council, as he taps the side of his nose, as long as it doesn't involve lots and lots of glass fronts a la Bradford.

Talking of regeneration, Richard Hope's latest blog on the Evil Sky website (the last of, erm, two entries) reveals - once you get past the Butler-esque "I cannot be trailing up and down motorways for two hours every day" - that he wasn't part of the ReNewell from day one. The man has appreciative words for the Town supporters, and never seemed to do much wrong when given the chance (recipient as he was of a CA man of the match playing left-back against Shrewsbury). All the best, Richard, although your departure does seem to coincide with the team conceding more goals, despite slapping more in...

Our final lick goes to the news that Appleby's is up for sale. Maybe we should design a T-shirt to raise funds so we can add the esteemed ice cream maker to the fanzine's business portfolio. What say thee, our reading Dragons?