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Diary - Wednesday 17 March 2010

17 March 2010

Deviant Diary writes: With 52 days left as a Football League club it is I, Deviant Diary, filling the Rosa Klebb-like hobnail boots of Mardy Diary's uber-mardy incendiary incensed Diary. The fire brigade has left two Simon Snorkels behind to damp the keyboard down overnight. No, that isn't a reference to Mr Burns' posterior; someone has gotten far too fixated with Dave's derriere. That's a metaphysical place no human should ever delve. Let's treat it like Tomi Ameobi and never speak of such things again.

News! No, no news really. The reserves are playing Middlesbrough and Not So Nasty Nick Colgan is not so unhappy now he is not so disliked by the not so many fans that keep turning up. Not so much news as a shrug of life. And who cares about Slow Michael and his brotherly love. Boulding was another guy, in another job, in another time. Too old, too late to be a hero.

Where can we turn to lighten the mood? At least we can share a chuckle with the toothless Tigernation. An embarrassment of WI fisticuffs, Dowie dewdrops and doesn't Jimmy Bullard look like he'd go to Grandma's party tonight.

Ah, our world. This season's Save the Mariners campaign doesn't even pretend to believe its own lack of publicity: it's a motion being gone through like an egg on a tricycle. Where is the heart? Is the Town officially dead? Have we all given up? Where is the love Fenty? Where is the love? Hang on, where is The Fentycon these days? Well it's hard to believe I know, but we used to hear him singing in the sighing of the wind, blowin' in the Findus Stand way above. Fenty, remember Grimsby?

And what about that orange? We never did find out.