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Diary - Thursday 17 August 2006

17 August 2006

The world sends 60 billion emails every day. A few of them lately have contained paragraphs of bemoaning content. Along the lines of: "If we can't sign anyone before the Mansfield match then why they can't they at least leak a few daft rumours as a sop to the erstwhile Town cerberus?" But your Guest Diarist's inbox remains resolutely empty of any such transfer prattle. Look here today not for news; not for spiritual guidance nor fashion hints. Nary even recipes or poetry. Except there is a bit of stale news in the final paragraph. So read on anyway, gentle reader.

Do not expect to find any advice, save this piece, which is aimed at the sorry soul known to Cod Almighty readers as Ian Rawson. Ian wrote a piece this week about listening to Town on the radio. His problem appeared to centre round having to leave the bosom of his family to sit in a cold spare bedroom in order to listen to the match commentary on the internet. His description was so graphic that I could almost smell that room myself. But wait. To replicate the world of wireless you just need to enter the, err, world of wireless. Buy wireless headphones, that man. Or, even better, get one of those wireless transmitter thingies that broadcast the signal from a headphone slot straight in to the nearest tranny on 107.5 FM. Your correspondent did the former and is even able to take the dog for a short walk - you know, the one where she can do her business - without missing a second of the commentary. If you shop around on the internet you'll have change from a tenner, I reckon. Which I hope is a few quid less than the club has spent on upgrading its own jungle drums. At a quid a week Mariners World looks a dead cheap way to avoid the depression of the Dave Burns phone-in. Unless, of course, the club replicates it with Dave Smith live at five (ready to take your calls, internet fans).

On to the standing news, which is mercifully brief today. Isaiaaah Rankin is back in full training. As is Sir John of McDermott. This we know because the Telegraph told us in a mercifully brief rewrite of the news reported earlier by the official site. Oh, and if you want to win tickets for the match tomorrow night, then the answer is not A or C. The competition closes at noon tomorrow and is run by those expanding people at Mariners World. See yer.