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Diary - Friday 13 May 2011

13 May 2011

It's been a bit of a sad week really. English goalies deserting their country because they are sick of being messed around by the manager and are too nervous to play consistently; Nick Clegg looking sad all the time; the depressing return to folk bleating that "that dossier was dodgy" when the name "dodgy dossier" had kind of revealed that ages ago. Rumblings of bad management behaviour in public at Blundell Park (inexplicably omitted from these free video highlights) and a public announcement by that nice man at Boston that the combined arrogance of his two former managers and the Grimsby chairman has left him with no option but to take the lot of them to court.

Your Guest Diarist couldn't possibly comment on any of these things, because I wasn't there. But our regular reader knows that I'm a totally judgmental sod and either take agin folk or root for them. Well, in these cases I took agin Messrs Capello, Clegg, Campbell, wotsit, thingy and Fenty right from the start. And without a trace of schaudenfreude my first paragraph sort of traces the sad downward spiral that was the first decade of a new millennium.

As for real news which doesn't contain spin, spite or bad behaviour, well, that's hard to find. We know most of the pre-season friendlies, we await a fixture list, we await signings. A lot of folk are screeching about Styche, who made a big jump up the pyramid when he signed for Forest Green. He's not a bad player because he plays quite simply and he scored goals last season (weird saying "last season") despite not a terrific amount of forward support. And he has a memorable name. I've taken for him but who knows whether our management team are looking to sign from this division or lower.

I know one thing though. I spend a lot more time looking down the divisions from us these days than I do looking up. The politicians call it "direction of travel", I believe. See yer.