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Diary - Monday 21 September 2009

21 September 2009

Mardy Diary writes: Hello, good afternoon, welcome - to nothing much. Your regular Diary is away again - he claims to be busy with work but I think he's just addicted to Mario Kart on the Wii and won't be distracted. I'm afraid you'll have to cope with the reserves this week - a bit like watching Town recently really. I'm going for a gritty but not very pretty to watch 1-0 home win today.

So what do we know? Town have won two on the trot and kept successive clean sheets. The youthers have started winning again. Tommy Forecast is still a long way away from Grimsby. Messageboards are polarised between "we're going up" and "we're still going down" and here I am, stuck in the middle with you. All is good. Sweeney is praising Newell's tactical half-time switch, which makes a change from the usual "we'll win next week, honest" sort of stories we've mostly had to endure for the last, well, the last, er, ten years? Is it?

Normal Diary at this point would probably delve in to the Diary inbox - and I suppose I ought to really, although it feels a bit too much like doing the Postbag for my liking. But it's always quiet when we win isn't it?

First out of the hat is Martyn Wyburn who asks: "So what's Cod Almighty (other GTFC websites are available, they're just rubbish) done to deserve the elitist tag? Oh, trying to present news and views about Town in an amusing and not scarily unbalanced manner! Do you like being considered elitist at Cod Almighty Towers?". I'd like to claim to be superior, but I've just caught a whiff of my trainers so I think I'm just another one of the unwashed masses it would seem. However, others here at CA Towers have been known to spread Philadelphia on their toast and drink freshly squeezed orange juice with their muesli. Make of that what you will.

All Diary-related email, in the first instance, once received and processed and collected from the electronic store for multi-purpose mirth and piss-taking opportunities will be properly established in succeeding Diaries with due regard and in respect to the writer here within, as a matter of course. And so on to a snappy email from Philip Jewitt in response to normal Diary's cheeky jab about the Utility Warehouse gubbins last Wednesday. "Saving money for hard working or unemployed folk? Shock Horror," he almost spits at me through my computer screen. "Call me and I will enlighten you. This is not a challenge". Well, you're assuming my telephony skills are in any way competent there, Philip. "P.S. I make no apologies for trying to raise funds for the club." Fair enough. Although I do think that your regular Diary was making a comment about the 'style' of the press release rather than the desire to help the club with funding. P.S. I make no apologies for regular Diary. Apart from the obvious ones, of course. And the fact that he's a massive elitist.

And finally, like the final item on local news about the fluffy kitten stuck up a tree, Mark Wilson writes to say: "Have you noticed that the sky looks a little bluer, the grass a little greener, the birdsong sounds a little more melodic and beer tastes just a little sweeter. Viva la revolucion!" Actually, I don't think they do that happy news story any more, do they, just more of the same. More immigrants are flooding in to the country to sleep with YOUR jobs. This is the news!