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Diary - Thursday 5 January 2012

5 January 2012

Thursday: the dog day afternoon of diaries. Thursday: the footballing equivalent of the fens: flat, featureless, funless and fruitless. Thursday: now the domain of Deviant Diary.

It's Thursday.

It's confected controversy Thursday all around the world and some impassioned Imps want an impeachment. The word on the mean street of Lindum is that locally sourced policemen are going to probe into the trending enigma that is Anthony Elding. I would suggest you insert your own joke, but that in itself is an inserted joke, or a joke about insertions. It's an enigma wrapped inside a hum-drum double bass entendre of a dull diary day driven by drivel. Words are flowing out like the endless rain we had last night. Like Anthony Elding, they slither while they pass.

Like Darlington as they slip away across the Blue Square universe into oblivion. To go into administration once is a misfortune, twice is carelessness, thrice suggests they are peculiarly susceptible to draughts. It must be all those empty seats. The players are relying upon the charity of fans now after a whip-round to buy them a pre-match pub lunch on the way to Barrow. We can look calmly upon their travails as Town won't lose any points if they depart from our lives, unlike if those clots at Kettering clatter down the drain.

Ah, rest easy my people, do not worry about losing those six precious things. Kettering still have some oxygen in the rusty tank with serial Town non-appointee Mark Cooper returning again after his adventures in dilly Darloland.

You can have the team news tomorrow, for tomorrow is another day, another diarist in another hall who may still be vexed by the demise of Manny the Panther. No longer will player interviews contain words of more than two syllabubs.

That was Thursday, you couldn't make it up, but I could. Or did I? We can't all be Anthony Elding, all of the time.