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Diary - Friday 13 October 2006

13 October 2006

Your feckless and ever-so-slightly daft Guest Diarist doesn't hold much truck with copyright. If you've published something then others should be able to read/listen/watch and copy it. In fact I have begged the scaredy-cat lot at Cod Almighty to publish the full Town fixture list in my name and I'll go to friggin' jail if necessary. Going to jail is on my list of unfulfilled ambitions anyway, so it would be like killing two rabbits with one welly. Why should it be a crime to tell folks when their team have matches, for Christ's sake?

And now the suits who run the official sites have decided that I have to use fucking Microsoft's browser to see Mariners World (which really fucking overjoys me - Mac and Firefox-using Ed, whose work computer conforms to design industry standards). Now I have to admit that I only joined Mariners World in a slightly weird and ill-thought-through gesture of solidarity to the club when the Humberside match broadcasting row kicked off. My thought that the local public service broadcaster should spend their sports budget (provided by the good folks of Grimsby and Meggies' licence monies) on their local financially stricken teams sat well at the time. I've had second thoughts since, mind, because I fucking hate Microsoft almost as much as I hate the Government. And I'm not too keen on Humberside either. There are signs, though, that Microsoft and New Labour are fading fast. But Humberside will go on for ever. You just know it.

So having dusted off the abomination that is Internet Explorer, I watched Rodgerses' preview of the away match at Swindon tomorrow. The first third was spent basking in the sun of the last home match, with our Grezza dreaming that the Lump is about to start one of his goal sprees. Then Mr Rodgers let slip that he had been to watch Swindon at Accrington last Sunday and that he "was mindful" of some of their players. He likes being mindful of people - possibly finding it easier to pronounce than Onibuje. There was also a new tic already known to us devotees as Rodgerses' eyebrow variation. He also let us lucky Mariners Worlders in to a little secret that Isiaiaih Rankin had never been a contender to feature last Sunday. It was all a trick to confuse the opposition. But not a trick to play on those Swindon lot, apparently. For he told us subscribers that Mr Rankin is still niggling with his thigh and won't play. Sir John of McDermott and Mr Croft the part-time estate agent will bounce back into contention, though, after feeling their age last Monday morning.

Carlton Palmer is an estate agent now, you know. Or rather he isn't, as his website explains. He does you for two and a half grand up front and then tries to find you a house you'd like. If anyone wants to give him a ring his mobile number is at the bottom of the page. He also does something called fractional ownership which he describes as "like time-share only better". I think the less we know about that the better, don't you gentle reader?

The Telewag has nowt of interest to report except a delightful piece by the renowned Cod Almighty stalwart, Pete Green. In fact I'm off to go and read about those purple-faced Pontoon clowns again - I suggest that you do the same. See yer.