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Diary - Friday 23 December 2005

23 December 2005

The office slowly empties. People wish their colleagues a relaxing break. Not a scene you'll be finding at many, if any, football training grounds up and down the country. Town face a mammoth four games in eight days over the festive period, starting with a trip to Bury on Boxing Day (a preview of which will be up later when I get home - via a quick jar in Whitelock's - to upload it). Town's players are training on Chrimbo morning, freeing up the rest of the day for them to enjoy some quality family time and stuff themselves full of turkey, goose, pheasant, or whatever other bird is 'in' this year. And it's also that time of the year when the players nip into the local hospital to say hi to anyone unfortunate enough to be broken for Town's game against Lincoln next Wednesday. So, they were just visiting Macca then.

Chairman John is rallying the troops ahead of next Thursday's AGM, calling for as many shareholders as possible to attend. If you, like the CA team, possess shares in our beloved club and can't make it then proxy your shares to someone else who is going, preferably like-minded. Since the post is a bit unpredictable over the next week, you can email a proxy form. Details are available from the club's chief executive Ian Fleming at ian@gtfc.co.uk. Do it now, before you enter the Christmas vortex.

Blink. Blink. Miss it? How do you know you missed anything? You were blinking. But in this case you would have, for hidden away at the end of a Grimmo Telegraph piece there's a little nugget about the Stockport game being rearranged for Tuesday 24 January. Just so you can plan your new year, we've updated the fixtures page, even though we're not supposed to show fixtures. Sod it, I say, since if we don't make a point of it, how the hell are you going to know when you can go and admire the Reynolds Girls Arena?

On which quasi-revolutionary note, it is time for your guest diarist in Leeds to bid you well, and maybe I'll see you at Bury. I'll be the one who ate all the mince pies. God bless.