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Diary - Wednesday 22 June 2011

22 June 2011

I came to work today full of hope and happy, it being the longest day and all that. I popped onto the site and thought I'd catch up on the Diary, as I've been a bit busy and hadn't logged on since last Wednesday.

I started reading Thursday's Diary and got all excited as I too watched the debacle at Dagenham, but arrived on time having bagged a cheapo deal in the Barking Travelodge thingy and was fully aware of the transport delays. Sat near some Tranmere fans whose game had been called off for some wet reason.

Anyway, back to my point: the Diary proceeded to bring me back to reality. We are going to be shit for years to come and you have ruined my day. Thanks!

Friday's and Monday's efforts have pushed me further down the depressed line, so tonight's evening meal looks like being diazepam and ten pints of Batemans XXXB (again). Please try and wean me off the diazepam: being a little bit more positive in the next few diaries would help, I'm sure.

Well, Jeremy Baily, thanks for emailing. And we're sorry. Your original/regular Diary and indeed the whole Cod Almighty team have looked back over the track record of Deadly John (Topcon), looked in vain for any sign that the bungling GTFC chairman has learned from his mistakes, and looked ahead, unable to summon any optimism at all for the future of the football club we love. There are only so many times you can assume the big boss man now appreciates the monumental folly of destroying and rebuilding the management team every year. There are only so many times you can say: "Surely it can't get any worse!" Eventually you have to conclude that things can only improve going forward once the chief culprit is no longer in the building.

But who's to say we're right? Maybe this time, when Town go into the spring placed ninth in the Conference Premier table, with some encouraging results behind them but held back by a persistent weakness in perhaps two positions, Councillor Fenty won't go for the nuclear option after all. Maybe this time, at last, he'll hold his nerve. Instead of caving in to the messageboard posters who use the most exclamation marks and sending Shorty and Shouty packing, and starting the whole process off again.

Certainly, and as ever, there's nothing to suggest the Cod Almighty view is the majority view. Indeed, if we're to take at face value the annual wash of statistics about encouraging season ticket and shirt sales, then perhaps the opposite is true. And the population of Grimsby and Cleethorpes believes this is it: either that Shorty and Shouty will lead the Mariners to immediate promotion, or that Fenty will grow a pair and stand by his men if turning round this basketcase of a club should prove to take longer than five minutes.

So lap up those sales figures, Jeremy. Lap up those sales figures and the talk being talked by the managers. Gary Silk and Liam Hearn aren't here to "sit on contracts" in the way so many recently have before them. Talks are under way with Shaun Pearson and James McKeown, centre-half and goalkeeper respectively in the Boston United side that kept 14 clean sheets in 18 games at the start of last season. The club has still received no offers for Alan Connell. Lap it all up, Jeremy; lap it up, everyone, and believe. Believe like you've never believed before. And if that doesn't work, well, there's always Bateman's XXXB and diazepam. Try not to use both at once.