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Diary - Thursday 27 September 2007

27 September 2007

Hi guys. Durham Diary here returning from a Reddy-esque lay-off. I'd like to tell you I've been really busy in my absence, but actually I've been doing similar to what Nathan Jarman probably did prior to his first trial with Town. My cheekbones have no definition, you know.

Talking of the flawed frontman (Reddy, not Jarman), as I so fleetingly was, it has come to my attention that Irish Mick has renewed acquaintances with Roly Poly Russell Slade. According to Yeovil Town's official site, "Reddy is at Huish Park to allow physio Jim Joyce to oversee his continued rehabilitation programme", somehow making it sound as if the whole arrangement is for the benefit of Joyce. One can only imagine Reddy has been unfit for so long now that he qualifies as a medical miracle.

Town's SNOS is filling lines, much as I am, by advertising the new promotion from the sugar-free version of John Fenty's favourite fizzy drink. I've never tried the drink in question, but if it really does taste similar to the real version and yet is not rammed full of sugar, the cynic in me worries what other shite they've pumped in to make up for it. Anyway, if your attention-deficit-suffering kids love their fizzy pop so, make sure they save their labels and maybe, just maybe, you can take them to a Football League match for free so they can display their Man Utd shirt to everyone.

The Grimmo Tello reckons Jamie Clarke wants to play football, which could potentially be either a better or worse story were he not a footballer. Clarke came on in the second half of Saturday's win against Lincoln to replace James Hunt, who had been assaulted by Nick Fenton. I thought he looked comfortable enough, but then he was playing at centre midfield and not right-back, and anyone who is anyone tells me he really isn't a right back. Slightly worrying is Clarke's final quote in the article, which suggests he thinks he's likely to ruin things Nicky Law-style at any given moment: "It was good to get a run-out and I'm glad nothing disastrous happened."

Finally today to two gently amusing emails sent in within the last few days. Firstly, in response to Kiwi Diary's recent outpourings, Ian Jackson has sent his musings on following the great game from the isolation of New Zealand: "Tell me about the time difference! How odd does it feel waking up to at 8am and watching Champions League footy going on LIVE in Europe, on Murdoch telly... and hokey pokey ice cream as well, and that lime-flavoured beer called Montieths Radler that seems to be well before its UK Carlsberg Twist copycat product... and a banana chocolate/sweet bar called Mighty Perky Nana. Strange place."

Secondly, Ben Gresswell has made his proposal for how to avert the avian crisis threatening to engulf the Mariners: "Could we not share the Fentydome pitch with the plovers and curlews? After all, I'm sure they wouldn't mind clearing off for 90 minutes every other week. And I can't see a few birds making much difference to the football." A very good point, Ben, but best not to ask Mike Newell what his views are of birds and football, eh?