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Diary - Tuesday 26 August 2003

26 August 2003

Hey there Diary readers, it's me again - Miles. I have had to step into the Diary's shoes at short notice, cos he's just had to go to the dentist. Though what the dentist is going to think when he turns up without his shoes on I don't know. But anyway, Diary won't be able to do his inimitable daily thang after his trip to the tooth sadist, cos it'd be all incomprehensible, dribbly, and high on nitrous oxide.

Mind you, who doesn't have that laughing gas feeling at the moment? Paul Groves does, for sure. "Great return of points for us, excellent weekend," he giggles through a rictus grin, his leg jiffling up and down like crazy. Praise was due for virtually each and every Town player, but Groves goes on to say that the people he was most pleased for were the home supporters: "It's been a long, long time since they've been able to witness something like that." No doubt he's hoping that such performances will tempt more local folk through Blundell Park's turnstiles to boost the attendance figures, which could, let's face it, be better.

Jonny Rowan put in a cracking performance yesterday, and is full of beans and spunk about keeping his place in the team for Saturday's trip to Brizzle Zity. Young JR was so impressive, it seems, that doubts are being cast regarding the Mariners future of Larry 10 - still without a permanent contract, of course, and so far a tad disappointing. But I hasten to add that this all seems a bit like hopping over the firearm to me.

Elsewhere around the country, you might have noticed goals for Danny Butterfield and Paul Robinson popping up on the vidiprinter of your choice, for Palace and 'Pool respectively. And of Steve Chettle's first Burton Albion goal, Alistair Wilkinson writes: "Nice to hear of a goal for Chetts, I really think we were unlucky with him, he was a great player and could have been so for us," he writes, full of nostalgia, before adding metaphorically: "Apart from all that lack of fitness and being the jam to the wasps of injury anyway. No he could honestly." Poor Al - he's been writing so much poetry recently that he's losing the power of normal speech.

That's it for Mond... oh hang on, it's Tuesday, isn't it. Bank holidays always get me like that. Mr Diary wil be back tomorrow, looking like Goldie (the rapper, not the Blue Peter dog), and drooling tea from the corner of his mouth in an amusing fashion.