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Diary - Thursday 1 March 2012

1 March 2012

What the heck do you do with a chard (aka silverbeet, perpetual spinach, spinach beet, crab beet, bright lights, seakale beet, and mangold)?

The fog is up, the sky is grey, there's not a lot for Deviant Diary to say today, but it's raining in the heart of every child of the 60s, 70s, 80s and early 90s. Three of The Monkees will never be able reform yet again. Let's face facts, pop-tartlets: Mike Nesmith was the man who kept it real. It's a hat thing.

With Darlington chugging along bravely and Kettering soon to fall in to the arms of a staring man, all is quiet on National Pig Day. But what of the Mariners and those who trust? Under a blood red sky a crowd will gather in black and white to hear the bells toll for thee, Grimsby. Sometime soon the diabolical plans of the fridge magnate will be complete when turkeys trot and gavotte towards their plucked dreams. And to think you once thought of Fenty as a white knight on his steed. Now you'll know how happy he can be. That trust vote thing ends soon, probably. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense. Blundell Park has always been plagued by yawping flocks of gullibles.

Coulson is happy with his England twirl, Disley wants to be happy on Saturday and happiness is the greatest gift that you can possess.

It's charred chard for dinner then.