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Diary - Monday 6 June 2011

6 June 2011

Mardy Diary writes: So the minimum number of players possible to pay off has already risen to two with Ademeno joining Samuels out of the door, and we're barely in to June. John Fenty continues to show all the signs of someone with a severe case of cognitive dissonance, whereas I just continue to show the signs of deep, deep, immovable despair at the ruination he continues to cause the club. Can we live without his money? Probably not now he's plunged us in to debt and left us in the wilderness of non-League football with scant chance of a return. Oh but ITV Digital blah, ITV Digital bleurgh, ITV Digital BADOOM. Easily paid off with Wembley money. Money achieved by managers long since sacked. Since then he has poured money in to the club to cover his own mistakes and to pay unsustainable wages to players of no worth (but who swarmed to our sinking ship like sharks to the Titanic). You don't have to take my word - just look at the accounts for the last ten years. It's all there.

Still, at least the Telegraph continues to push journalistic boundaries in its pursuit of the truth at BP with news that Shouty/Shorty (I'll learn their names in October if they're still here) are excited that we'll be playing Lincoln next season. This is a cracking story, which lays bare the emotional drama experienced by a joint manager of a lowly football club with hardly any players as he muses over the geographical proximity of the coming season's opponents. This one'll end up in Hollywood - no doubt. Hollywood Bowl.

I'm being a little unfair. It's not like they can prod the club with their sharp, pointy, journalistic stick, for fear that Chairman Fenty will have their first-born decapitated, have them deported to Mars and burn the entire Northcliffe Media stock to the ground. It's difficult for us outside of this odd little NE Lincs dictatorship to understand what life must be like there, where people can be publicly flogged for using the word 'Fenty' without a rising, almost triumphant tone of voice. It's simple for us folk west of Great Fentyshire to glibly mock those who suffer under his diktat, so perhaps we should allow them a little slack. Perhaps John Tompson could use Twitter to organise a revolt against the regime? Come on - somebody do something, I'm bored already. Hmph.

I thought it was going to be a long, slow close season, but unfortunately it looks like it'll be over before we've even had chance to enjoy it. My season ticket renewal form has arrived already, and I have this strange urge to hand over money to... must resist... join us. JOIN US. Nooo! Nooooooo! You are not my father...