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Billy Smart FC

11 September 2013

Still no statement from the circus about what is happening with the managerial situation. I know the club is a company, but I mean, if it were a proper company with stakeholders who hadn't been told the situation with regards to a CEO/MD being given a bit of a weird week off, they would have lost confidence and the share price would have gone down. Town's shares (if it were a proper company) would be about as valuable as a second-hand Chris Moyles second autobiography. What? We're a business? Shut uuuupppppp.

The Mariners Trust tweeted yesterday, saying that the two trust board members know what is going on, but that none of the other trust members know. COME ONNNNN.

So the local rag has a new regular player feature called 'I don't know what's going on'. Our Doig had his turn yesterday, when he said: "We've just got to concentrate on playing football and working hard in training." That’s all well and good, but surely training is a lot quieter now that the Shouty one has gone. Today was the turn of Liam Hearn, who explained that Rob Scott didn’t break his jaw (come on lads, think of something more original) and that he has left Twitter because people are nasty.

One thing that did make me smile on Twitter is John McDermott saying his book has had to go to reprint, which is great news. If you haven't ordered your copy yet, do it. Mine is on the way.

Your London Diary had a temp job while in between terms at university back in 2005. One day we turned up to work and the manager of the office didn't. Now, he was a bit of a drinker, one of 'the lads', so we just assumed he'd had a bit of a 'Gallimore night out' and was at home on the toilet. The next day he didn't turn up either. The big boss of the company said that the manager wasn’t coming in for the next week, not to talk about it to anyone and that Clare (who was lovely, but didn’t want the job) was to take control. Clare did a good job, and we still did our normal work, as it didn't matter if the regular manager was there or not, really.

A week went by. The boss still hadn't said why the manager wasn't there, but had said we shouldn't be talking about it. Cut a long story short, turns out he'd murdered his neighbour. Nah, jokes. He'd been suffering from stress. But because we were told not to talk about it, we'd made up every rumour under the sun in that week, over-analysing what he did to Tom at the summer party. Even we thought it was a sausage, to be fair. Anyway. There's no real moral to this story, but what I'm trying to say, I think, is transparency. Oh, and Clare is gorgeous. And that boss was a Tory idiot.

This is ridiculous. We're adults.