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Diary - Monday 25 February 2013

25 February 2013

On the Monday after the Saturday before the Tuesday, there's no buzzing or bouncing, just balanced banter, in the dressing room inside the building in front of the saltmarsh and behind blue eyes. Thus spake Shortierthustra.

And there's no buzzing or bouncing, just balanced banter, inside Cod Almighty's SPECTRE-like lair, deep inside an extinct Volvo somewhere to the west of the Wolds. Your extra-special bonus director's cut Secret Diary is focused on the facts: the fallible future at Forest Green, for instance. With the Even Newer Even More Improved Superb New Official Site – the ENEMISNOS© – all of a flutter down Wembley Way, the New Age travellers from Nailsworth have announced the date of the rearranged game caused by Town's FAT fling with Wrexham. With Town having 16 games in 54 days, it's no surprise that Tuesday 5 March is the date with meat-free catering; it was the only free Tuesday in Town's Outlook calendar.

And, while we weren't looking, the goblins were marching up the mountain and taking over Town's castle. With various midland mashers and West Country bashers winning while we cleaned our windows and dusted the nick-knacks on the Mariner mantelpiece, Town are now fourth. We're comfortable, we're slipping, but we have a new body in the building: young Tom Naylor, the one we weren't signing last week. Here's a staggering detail: he used to play for Mansfield, you know. Will we never see Simon Ford walking forlornly across Blundell Park again? Once again he'll be sitting in a tin can, far above the world.

Chill out, Wembley ain't going to sell out. You've got a month to gather up the clans and book a seat. And a month to moan about the madness of the silly side-parting of the supporters. Town are selling seats with a side view; you have to buy from the FA to sit behind the goal. Let's hope it's just dissipation, not disappointment.

Remember the Alamo and don't get alarmed.