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Diary - Monday 20 June 2011

20 June 2011

Mardy Diary writes: I supposed I've asked for this. All that complaining about pointless Telegraph player interviews, and mocking of the SNOS. And so here I am on a Monday morning left with nothing to say. Guest Diary did a great piece on the signing of Liam Hearn on Friday (see below) and I'm left with nothing other than hearing via secondary means that Shouty/Shorty mentioned on Radio Humberside that Andi Thanoj (pronounced: throat-warbler-mangrove) and Charlie 'Aye' I'Anson have actually got round to signing their one-year professional contracts. Good news for them of course, and us because they look pretty decent - but nothing we weren't expecting to happen anyway.

The Telegraph is reporting nothing. Well, there's some stuff on some other sports that I suppose other people may find interesting. And there are probably some stories or other on the front page about, oh I dunno, asbos and drug raids. But there's nothing on Town. I should be thankful of course, because it saves me wasting three minutes of my life reading the transcript of a brief phone interview with Steve Saunders who says it's sad that the club are now non-League. Or a report that one-time bench-warmer-cum-trialist Jason Batty has joined Barwumwucker Bay in the Australian Southern Premier League. But still it leaves me with nothing to say. Even Fenty seems to be quiet at the moment.

Still, the SNOS is trying its best: this excellent article telling me that there will be news in about two to three weeks' time will at least allow me to repeatedly smack my head against my monitor in utter despair and frustration at the futility of it all. This is what we get though, in a society that is so desperate for news that everything and anything becomes news. Even a report that there will be some news is considered news. And in the news today: news is filtering through that there may be a news report next week on forthcoming news for the following month in which expectation of more news in the following year is outlined. Watch this space.

Actually - it's quiet because everyone has fucked off on holiday, haven't they? Everyone except me. You utter, utter bastards.