Cod Almighty | Diary

Frustrated, disappointed and pedestrian

14 October 2013

I know a man, he came from my hometown. He wore his passion for his team like a thorny crown. He didn’t go, Burnsy, but Town were rubbish. You do get some twits on Twitter.

After Friday’s dissolute diary, your fanatically puritanical Special Bonus Diary is back, back, back and we’re all back, back, back in the land of groans after five days which shook a tea towel in Towcester. It’s that time of the season when Town play like zombies and gorgeous George Kerr rambles along life’s highways and byways watching people with their shy ways and sly ways. And something to do with his gas bill.

Yeah, Town lost again and the manager formerly known as Shorty is worrying about what the young people wear on their feet these days. "It’s a stud day," he bemoaned, bemoaningly before rambling Georgie-like towards a hint and accusation that some of the employees treat their job as a job; a vacation not a vocation. They're workin' their jobs, collectin’ their pay, believe they're glidin’ down the highway, when in fact they're slip-slidin’ away, he cooed smoothly at Matt Dean. Pigeons coo don’t they. One cooed on my dad in Morecambe in 1976: he wasn’t happy either.

But Saturday night was alright for launching the memories of SirAlanofBuckley with a full set of the great and the good. The bad and the ugly were still on the coach, screwing in their studs and their noses.

And if you want to divert yourself away from the unpulchritudinous present, then a live and exclusive full review of Mr Macca’s tummy is coming up.

Lukewarm news ripped off the ticker-tape machine that rat-a-tat-tats inside the marbled offices of CA Towers: Town’s magical FA Cup mess-up starts on 26 October with a home game against Walsall-based Rushall Olympic, who Evo-stuck it to Stockport on Saturday. Ooh they’ve got that Dele Adebola. Ooh they’ve already lost in the cup to a GTFC. Don’t worry, a professional operation like Town would never, ever make a mistake like that. Yellowbelly revenge is certain - nothing can go wrong.

Beware: there be daemons, badgers and boggle-brained, goggle-eyed Dutchmen beyond Laceby crossroads!