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Diary - Monday 27 August 2012

27 August 2012

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright. Your bonus Secret Diarist was braising sausages, not raising false hope by watching Town on CBeebies. Ah yes, yet another Town game best watched on Ceefax: they're always best watched on a non-existent medium.

With Town within striking distance of Braintree and Woking thanks to the heroics (aka "a save") of part-time novelist, part-time keeper Ian McKeown, there's always someone worse off in Itchycoo Park. Mustn't grumble. We can always glance towards Glanford for some sunny Scunny schadenfreude. Perhaps McKeown was atoning for his past sins.

With nothing to do and nothing to say, these are the days when you wish your footballing bed was already made, for it's just another manic Bank Holiday Monday down at the amphitheatre of apathy. Who's in, who's out, who's next? What's behind John's blue eyes? Who knows? When he smiles, tell him some bad news before he laughs and acts like a fool.

It's only August, so it's too early for that feeling when Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee that Monday evenin' Shouty and Shorty would still be here with Fenty.

So just why was Sue Perkins presenting Match of the Day 2?