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Diary - Monday 25 February 2008

25 February 2008

Hi. There was Durham Diary bragging on Friday about living the dream, bragging as he was about his lack of work. The bug ain't catching: your regular Diarist is too busy with "work" this week. (Although he's just emailed to say he's off out boozing this afternoon, the jammy get.) So a week of guest diaries awaits, starting with I, Leeds/Headingley/Idle Diary.

I was trying to sweep under the tatty front door mat a morning of updating the site with details of the weekend's "pretty unremarkable game". That was the day before yesterday's news, a point gained. (Besides you can digest all the post-match stuff here.) Tomorrow is, after all, another day and tomorrow - YES! - is OUR EXCITING TRIP TO MORECAMBE! I'm excited! EXCITED! Are you excited? I am! I'm so excited I'm on the verge of asking for a lift from any diary readers who live Leeds-way. And then ringing the club for one of those leftover 200 tickets. Even Nick Fenton is dead EXCITED as well, although in one of those "it'll be nice" ways that footballers so often go on about. One person who isn't so excited is Alan Buckley, eyeing up the survivors from Oceanic flight 815 to Wrexham: "Ciaran's took a very bad kick on the shin - he couldn't carry on. It was touch and go with Hunty, who has gritted his teeth and carried on with a bruised thigh." More worryingly it seems the prospect of Wembley is getting to the mighty Bosh, his injuries psychological, "icing his thigh/groin area in the dressing room." Quick! Hide those hundreds and thousands and candles!

The GTFC matchday programme has been proclaimed the divison's "most improved" by Programme Monthly, testament to the club's decision to shift the editor's chair from the commercial department to the desk of the ever-reliable Jonathan Byrne. Top work, fella. I gave up the regular habit of buying programmes a few months short of my 27th birthday - shifting the money to a then freshly-born Mariners World. Here's hoping when they announce the winner of "superb new official site", the club's updates on the phone system and Dale Ladson's ever-improving interviews are given the credit they mumble mumble mumble.

And finally, would you treat your mum to a meal at Blundell Park? Mine'd cuff me ear if I did. "Bring me all the way to this dump?" will be a phrase of the past once we have those custom built facilities at the Fentydome. But until that day, and if it's the sort of treat your mam'd like, then "try the professionals" at McMenemy's. Don't these kind of lady attracting events usually come with male strippers though?