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Diary - Tuesday 2 February 2010

2 February 2010

Apologies up front for not getting this up in time for lunch. Ever been to a "it'll just be thirty minutes" meeting, wherein in every minute is actually 180 seconds long? Oh yeah, of course you have - you support Town, where a nine month season feels like a whole term under Thatcher. God help our sanity and comprehension of time if we're this shit if the Tories get into power.

So, let's cheer things up. Let's summarise yesterday's activities. First the club announced the departure of the Slightly Bosh (who joined Chesterfield), Clarke (York), and Heywood (out of town). Local Boy Danny North also left the club, as did Grant Normington. Citing a lack of first team football as his reason, Nicky Featherstone took the opportunity to return to Hull early. And most disappointingly, Barry Fucking Conlon scuppered his chances of an immortal career-shafting Cod Almighty T-shirt by signing with Chesterfield, as permanently as "until the summer" is. And in? Just Oliver Lancashire returning, on loan until the end of the season.

Got all that? Seven players out, one player in. If you haven't - or you might be one of those people who just wants to know what that leaves Town with - luckily here's our squad page that tells you just the players left between now and the end of the season to preserve Town's Football League status. No pressure there then.

No more ins, no more outs. Nothing more but working with what's - and get ready to cross this off your Fentycon bbbiiiiIIINNNNGGOOOO! Card - "in the building". And leaving us Town fans a few days to work out how-where-why those players are best deployed. Will Lancashire come straight in for Rob Atkinson? Is Coulson better employed out wide or up front? What about Peacock at the tip of a midfield diamond? Questions and decisions for Neil Woods, with a team now that he has truly built. Your Idle Diarist is feeling a mixed sense of raw excitement and raw sewage. What about you, dear reader?

With the less-than-magnificent seven now gone, would any of them, or any of the many more that left before them, go as far as penning an open letter to the club and its fans to say "thanks, so long, and farewell" like David Prutton? Would they buggery.