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Diary - Thursday 14 October 2010

14 October 2010

One of the most remarkable things about Cod Almighty is that its tireless team of dedicated diarists manage to eke - yes, I said 'eke' - out a diary almost every day of the year. This means, for example, that if a random diarist - say Bottom of the Barrel Diary - was asked to come up with a few words for a wet Thursday in October, he would gladly do so even if there was no news whatsoever on the Grimsby Town front.

So...erm.....ooo, here's something. If you deposit ten pounds in an online Coral betting account you can get two free tickets for Saturday's match. That sounds a bit too easy, doesn't it? I wonder what the catch is? I suppose I really should register and read the small print and bring you more details of this superb offer, but if I wanted to do research I would have stayed on at university.*

Southport's nickyname is the Sandgrounders, which is a pretty wanky nickyname whichever way you look at it. Let's hope they have an outbreak of leprosy on the coach here and are forced to play the club mascot in goal and the centre midfielder's pet labradoodle up front. Sorry, I mean "big football family, fans of small clubs sticking together, good luck for the rest of the season, blah-di-blahdy-blahdy-blah".

Do you think anyone has noticed that I'm eking?

My normal response to a quiet news day is to go on a massive whingathon - or whingeathon, since presumably there is no correct spelling of a made-up word - about Neil Woods or John Fenty or this industrial chemistry-set scented cul-de-sac we call home. Today is different - today my response will be to just stop writing in a very abrupt way.

*And also, if they'd have let me, since I only got a 2:2 thanks to being robbed by a small-minded, petty, pedantic professor. Are you reading this, Dr Tim Birkhead? Yes? Well, I haven't forgotten...