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Diary - Thursday 13 November 2003

13 November 2003

Hello to all our new readers! Apparently the traffic stats on this site have been going crackers this week, so if you're a recent arrival in the town of Codalmightyborough then pray allow the Diary to bid you a warm and intimate welcome on behalf of all the CA team. Enjoy your stay, and don't talk to any strange monkeys.

Without its readers, in fact, the Diary would be nothing, and one man is living proof. Keith Collins is such a devoted listener to Radio Humberside that Hull named their stadium after him, and his eagle ears picked up the story about Town getting 300 grand that the BBC's local website made such a pig's arse of reporting yesterday. "The interview was with Furneaux and the money is due from the FA and isn't a loan," writes KC. "It's to do with the TV payments and something about compensation for the ON fiasco. He said that the money was to be used to repay the directors who have subsidised the running of the club with loans rather than the club increase its overdraft." Grateful as we all must be for this superb clarification, am I the only one who thinks fans ought to be able to turn to the club's official website for such important financial news instead of relying on Keith having his wireless on? "Does this make sense, as I was listening whilst still in bed?" asks our man. About as much sense as anything does in football these days, is the answer.

If you want somebody to blame for losing an hour's drinking time ahead of the Mariners' forthcoming FA Cup game at Peterborough, blame the hardcore carnivores among the away support. The 6 December second-round tie has been brought forward to 2pm "to avoid a clash with" an animal rights demonstration planned for that afternoon, Cambridgeshire police having presumably received intelligence about a small number of militant meat activists intending to make the journey south.

"I was just wondering when you'll be free for a jar before Chrimbo," writes Simon Wilson in an email to the Diary that he really ought to have sent to my personal address, given that he knows who I am and everything. Well, Si, there are those two gigs I have in December, which are bound to be a good time to drink. "And, I suppose, maybe I could extend this sign of 'socialism' to see if there are any Town fans who live or work in and around Headingley who might fancy meeting up for a couple of jars. Anyone?" Mr Wilson's definition of socialism appears no less questionable than Tony Blair's, unless he proposes that rounds be purchased by those most able to pay and consumed by those in the greatest need; but if any Diary readers fancy a pint - with Si in Leeds, or anywhere really - email codalmightydiary@yahoo.co.uk.

On which alcoholic note I must bid you adieu, reader, until Saturday, since the holy rulers of Cod Almighty have decreed that I shall have some time off and that this column shall be written by guest diarists on Fridays as of tomorrow. Toodles!