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Diary - Tuesday 8 February 2011

8 February 2011

Idle Diary writes: I don't about you, dear reader, but today I just can't be arsed. I don't think it's the fact I've been in work early just about every morning for two weeks, or that I haven't got off anywhere near on time on any of those days.

For lunch I slunk off to the "world famous" Harry Ramsden's in Guiseley (the original, they keep bragging). And I realised as I waited for my food to be served up, basking in the glorious sunshine, that I think I am homesick. I haven't lived 'back home' in Grimsby for years now. But if I go a while without a trip back I do get a sense of... longing, maybe? Somehow maybe the fish and chips would fill that hole in me.

I thought I'd come back to find a gush of Town news. But then I find all there is yet another enforced hole for Town's fixture list, with the postponement of the game against Darlington on 25 February.

And it twigged. Maybe it isn't just the going home that I miss, but also that I haven't been to a home game in ages either. If I am lucky I could make the game against AFC Wimbledon. But that's a long way off, and I am starting to envy all the people I know round these parts with season tickets to see teams like Leeds Utd and Bradford City. Going to watch a team that isn't Town doesn't fill that hole. Listening to Tondeur, Burns, and White commentate on Radio Humberside doesn't fill that hole. And neither does filling my time with other ventures, other pastimes.

So I still find myself in this funk, wondering about where to go in so many ways and how long I have to wait, bide my time. And to top it all, the fish and chips weren't a patch on Steels or Ernie Beckett's either.