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Diary - Thursday 19 January 2012

19 January 2012

If it's Thursday it must be your weekly round-up of other people's woe. This is Deviant Diary, and I shall not deviate from the path of righteousness and self-interested obsession with impending insolvencies. It's sad for them, serious for us in the short term.

With dead cat Darlo bouncing for another fortnight our eyes sink southwards to the six-point Poppypeople. It's nuts in Northants as they wait to see how many players turn up for training today. Or if any do. Cooper's had enough. There's a winding-up petition to be heard on 6 February. And they are at a Conference hearing today as they haven't paid Southend Manor £3,000 from the gate receipts for an FA Cup game in October. Nothing can go wrong now.

These stories, unlike Roberto Duffy, will run and run.

And linking seamlessly into the next news we look west to Waltham and the subject of a long running local love/hate saga : Sir Alan of Buckley. Famously chipper, or to some infamously chippy, the legendary leader is to be the focus of a love-in at Ma-na-ma-na-McMenemy's on Friday 13 April, organised by the Mariners Trust. Fred Pontin says book early for an evening of pie, passing and movement, especially if the chips are under-cooked. At least it isn't a Greek themed night: it's smashing anecdotes, not smashing plates. No word yet on whether the Shouty one will attend and sneerily snide about pretty passing getting you nowhere.

I'll leave the Friday Diary to ponder whether Town will be a shower against Bath. Ooh look, a lady referee. No word yet on whether smelling salts will be available from the club shop for the more sensitive rednecks.

And finally Cyril, we have the continuing creeping ascent of the middle classes as Britain drifts towards Cameroonia. The BBC were blathering on, desperately filling air time, with tosh about people taking elocution lessons to eradicate their regional accents. What a load of crarp.

Apart from the 'Ull twang, of course. Positively dreadful my dear boy, absolutely ghastly.