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Diary - Wednesday 29 December 2010

29 December 2010

Hello, is it Wednesday today? Your Guest Diarist is one of those tetchy middle-aged men who moans when he can't find out when the news is on telly, and who moans again when he sees it and the only news is that Elton John has bought a child and apparently added a contractual obligation that its birthday fall on Christmas Day.

It may not even be my day to write this diary, but marijuana has shot down my capacity to absorb simple, recent instructions (although my recall of a 1977 Zappa gig is almost total). But hell, someone has to bore you with non-news and false promises.

The superb new official website has published the headline "Mansfield tickets on sale". Of course, in the small print below the infuriating advert I read that they are on sale. But not on Wednesday. It is Wednesday isn't it? The game, the SNOS assures us, without a trace of irony or hint of apology, "is almost certain to go ahead". Damn fine meteorologist is the Town webmeister. Damn fine.

The Telegraph continues to rattle out the requisite number of Town articles per day with today, featuring Coulson (WNBTBLBWGBS,H) and Heggggaarty! whose broken leg is mending nicely and whose hair looks normal in Scotland.

Oh, that competition to win a T-shirt was won by Baz Rockliff who got all the answers right and whose entry came in first. Hard luck to those who got them right but were too slow. And thanks to those who entered even though they didn't quite know all those haunting faces.

Any road, I taped Just William before dinner so I'm off to relive the years just before my childhood so you can skweem and skweem until you are sick but you'll get nothing further here today. Wednesday. Wednesday. You sure? See yer.