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Diary - Monday 20 February 2012

20 February 2012

Miss Guest Diary writes: Another week, another win for Town: this is getting boring. No, actually, it's not - it's bloody fantastic. I did not go to Friday's game but I've seen it variously described as scrappy, of low quality and one that Town never looked like winning, with Town's performance hailed as gritty in the face of difficult conditions. They don't award points for style in football and the most satisfying win is usually the one clawed from the jaws of defeat, so I'm happy.

Well, I was happy until I saw on Twitter that my current favourite player, Frankie Artus, took a knock and, in his own words, his knee is "quite swollen" and he might be "out for a bit". I hope he doesn't suffer the fate of Bradley Wood and find he can't get back in the side when he has recovered.

Reading Friday's Middle-Aged Diary, I was struck by the fact that the game at which he fell in love with Town was away to Southend on 20 April 1990, for that was my very first Town game. I can't claim to have experienced the same epiphany as my fellow diarist. In fact, I was distinctly underwhelmed. Because it was raining so persistently, I insisted that we go in the stand rather than on the open terrace behind the goal. Being a football innocent, I didn't yet possess that sixth sense which says something's going to happen. So, every time something did happen in that game, the fans around me jumped up and blocked my view and I missed every incident, including the two goals. And I still got wet because we had to wait in the car park afterwards to give a lift home to a mate who had stood behind the goal.

In off-the-pitch news, the SNOS has issued a statement in Fentyspeak about what is described as "the share issue". I read it and became confused, so asked someone who is well-versed in company and insolvency law to read it and tell me what it meant. His comment was: it's contradictory, inconsistent and illogical. Maybe Mr Fenty has been practising some doublethink in anticipation of resuming his position as Big Brother - oops, I mean chairman - of GTFC.

If you can offer a coherent interpretation, let us have it. But it's too late to make any difference to me as I've already cast my vote in the Mariners Trust ballot.

And now I'm going to have a whinge. A few weeks ago I spotted that Laura Marling is giving a concert in Nottingham on 13 March. I didn't hold out much hope of my partner agreeing to go with me: anyone who knows him is well aware that he has no interest in any music made in the last 20 years unless it has involved Roger Waters or Ray Davies. But, wonder of wonders, he said yes, so I bought the tickets. Now Town have gone and rearranged the postponed York game for the very same evening. D'oh!