Cod Almighty | Postbag

A miscellany of Mariners musings

9 June 2013

It's been too long ...

Read on, and if you are so inspired, write.

Ambiguity

Dear All 

Thanks for the good work you do. You give me entertaining reading each time 

I think my funniest Grimsby Town experiences were watching Grimsby at Anfield, the game where Michael Owen scored a hat trick. Someone from the crowd shouted out to two players on the wing, "Macca, you're shit". The two players in hearing distance were John McDermott and Steve McManaman. Both looked at each other and laughed, probably curious as to who the abuse was being hurled at. 

Cheers

from Martin Playford

Abuse

It always good when an ex-Town player makes the news. Not so good when it's news like this though.

from Steve McKatt

Anybody

I remember seeing the fantastic Nannas in the winter gardens when a teacher of ours gave me and some mates a few freebie tickets. Needless to say I was blown away. Could anybody direct me to somewhere I can relive those hazy youthful days?

Also do a new shirt please. I'm sure I'm not the only one who'd like to be seen in you stylish attire.

Keep up the good work

Thanks

from Jeff Westerman

Letters Ed responds: Can't help with the Nannas - can anyone?

Can't promise much on a new shirt either. The CA team is somewhat reduced these days, but the necessity of paying some hosting fees may eventually prove the mother of invention.

Again

To fill in the summertime wasteland ... 

Your response to my earlier e-mail regarding Conspiracy or Cock up quotes the Russell Slade mess. Why pick a row with a successful manager over what purported to be a small (in football terms) salary rise a week before the most crucial match of the season?

from John Darnell

Letters Ed responds: My response to John's last email was based less on the row over Slade's contract than the new players brought into the team after Christmas. Now with most chairs/major shareholders, you might imagine there must be a sinister purpose behind having a falling out with your manager before a play-off final. With John Fenty though, the potential for cock-ups remains unabated.

Cod-codhead

Got into a conversation at work about local dialects and I ended up pointing my colleague toward Cod Almighty's redoubtable Grimmo dictionary. I think I may have accidentally converted him from his soft southern roots as I received the following email from him this week: 

'I thought there was no need to have a monk on about it; just gotta chew me spoggy, jiffle and cajole my way into her affections, and we can all have a bag o' goodies. 

If not, then I'll just have to mull your head in you buggerlug.' 

Plastic scousers and mockneys abound but I think I may have created the first cod-codhead... Sorry about that.

from Rory Dillon

Thanks, Rory, and thanks also to Martin, Steve, Jeff and John.

More letters soon.