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Diary - Friday 4 December 2009

4 December 2009

Today's turn at Tell The Telegraph We've Not Been The Best Lately But We'll Get Better Now, Honest falls jointly to Rob Atkinson and Damien McCrory. You have to admire the way they keep finding new ways to come out with the same old shite, don't you? Ya-de-ya-de-ya, disappointing position, ya-de-ya-de-ya, improve our form soon, etc etc and the rest. Anyone remotely interested in reading it? Thought not.

For his part, McCrory has endorsed the Neil Woodses revolution (not to be confused with earlier, inferior revolutions) by extending his loan into the new year. Town are apparently due to play Shrewsbury sometime soon, which would have been McCrory's final game on loan from, um, is it Plymouth? But now it won't be. Which is good, because it denies a place in the team to Joe Widdowson, who has been perhaps the greatest of the 2009-10 season's many great disappointments - although the Diary must admit that when I saw the headline "Damien extends stay at Blundell Park" on the Grimsby Telegraph website, my first reaction was "Which one's Damien again?"

Town's trip to Notts County on Boxing Day has been made all-ticket, with the nouveau-riche north midlanders allocating 1,400 tickets to travelling Mariners. This figure is several hundred short of the excellent turn-out from Town fans at Meadow Lane last season as their side's 2-0 win went a long way towards securing one more season in the Football League and the turnstile operators appeared to have let more people into the stand than there were seats. WHERE YOU THERE? I say nouveau-riche; nobody's actually seen a penny of it yet, have they?

So tomorrow the Mariners face another pounding by the Cybermen of Dagenham & Redbridge and I leave you with Cod Almighty's match preview. And with an email from Martyn Wyburn, who had already been in touch earlier this week to share his new-found optimism about GTFC. Befuddled by Tory John's 'back to basics' campaign vis-a-vis the recent arrest of Barry Conlon, he writes: "So you can't have a drink 72 hours before playing for GTFC but it's OK to be banged up in a police cell! Strange times. That optimism I emailed you about the other day, it's gone now." Welcome back to the depths of despair, Martyn. Strangely comfortable, isn't it?