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Diary - Friday 22 June 2007
22 June 2007
It was just last week that your Guest Diarist paraphrased Lord Buckley about there not being a need to panic. In a world where every accident is a disaster, every outbreak a pandemic, and every shortfall a catastrophic failing, the sin of only having 19 senior players on the books towards the end of June seems less of a peccancy and more of a minor bleeding triumph actually. Lord Buckley has returned to the theme in an interview with the Telewag, saying: "I think I have a good nucleus already for next season. I am looking around but it isn't always about that - sometime you get the best out of what you've got. I go back to when I was here in the past and we had the likes of Tony Rees, Gary Childs and Dave Gilbert. They may not have been players fancied at other clubs at the level we were at but we got the best out of them and what good players they were for us. We can do that again I'm sure with some of the players we have here." At this point I drifted off in to a positively Reesian fantasy filled with subtle back-heels and small men with big hearts, until a tame shot jerked me back to reality. No, it wasn't about goals so much: it was all about build-up play. And maybe it will be again as Lord Buckley continues to espouse passing and movement to a new generation of Town players - ones that we can actually recognise from last season.
The news that many of us dread has arrived with the inevitability of an inevitable thing. The Telegraph tells us that the Saturday game away at Wrexham has "been brought forward twenty four hours". This is because of a Welsh rugby game. If nits are to be picked, it has been brought forward, erm, eighteen and three quarter hours to 7:45pm. The home game on 13 October against Rochdale will be now on the Friday night as well because of England playing on the Saturday.
It seems to be rather de rigeur to talk about the Glastonbury festival this weekend. [The Spiral Scratch all-dayer tomorrow will piss all over it - ed.] Even the Today programme has a camper van studio on site, and it would seem that media, celebrities, and blokes who are 'with the bass player' will outnumber ordinary fans by almost two to one. In fact, in a few years' time, if you are ordinary you may well find yourself being famous for just that. An interesting concept but one that I will not be pursuing later, I suspect. I went to Glastonbury myself but it is not a vintage memory. In fact it can be summed up quite tersely. Day one: too much acid. Day two: too much scrumpy. Day three: Sky. And day three was the worst by a street. Pompous classical prog rock. One of these days, gentle reader, I will tell you tales from Bardney. But not yet, you may be relieved to hear. The only good thing left about Glastonbury is that the ale is supplied and served by the Workers Beer Company. And in a vaguely similar concept it is nice to see that Accrington Stanley have bought a new pub rather than someone else's cast-off player. And I bet they let you in the Crown wearing jeans and any kind of footwear you bloody like. Mind you, if you are planning your wake (like Blanche on Corrie), why not try the special wake package at McMenemy's? Weirdly, the example menu includes sandwiches with roast or new potatoes. Sorry - it's raining again and I've got washing out. See yer.