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Diary - Wednesday 17 December 2003

17 December 2003

One of the strangest things that ever happened to me was on Cleethorpes seafront about 15 years ago. I was seeing this girl who lived in a distant city and she was visiting for the weekend. We went out for a walk one night and ended up on the sea wall. It's misty and cold with that Arctic wind off the estuary; the sky is deep, indigo, marbled, restless. We stop for a cuddle to the almost plaintive rolling note of the lonely foghorns out on the water and the murmurs of the tide, shifting, ebbing and flowing like teenage dreams. The moment could be hours long or gone in a blink. And a man with a dog descends the footbridge that crosses the railway at the end of Fuller Street, slowing as he sees us, pauses, then stops. Some seconds pass. "I thought for a minute you two were ghosts!" he finally blurts.

Marcel Cas's knee is OK and Cardiff aren't signing Stuart Campbell.