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18 February 2015

So sorry this is late, but I've been shouting at the laptop all morning and needed to calm down and put some clothes on.

So your loyal and fair leader did his Queen's speech this morning in what looked like a sketch from The Fast Show featuring a new character: Cardboard Clyde, the paper politician. The man who was chairman but now isn't chairman but still ultimately is chairman, John Shelton Fenty, issued a statement which your London Diary is still trying to understand. Bletchley Park are working on it as we speak.

And what the bloody hell was happening above the camera? I'm down here pal, in the Conference. LOWER!

It mentions something about a 'stadium' and a 'community stadium' and a 'plan'. I'm not getting involved. Sort out what you're saying and come back to me. Also, I've said this a million times before – maybe more: why the sodding hell are we trying to sort out a stadium when we should be sorting out what happens on the pitch first? Having a new stadium will not make the players play better. Having a new stadium will not attract higher-profile players to the club. Having will not bring in 5,000 extra supporters each week.

For me, one thing is perfectly transparent. John Fenty is treading water after nearly sinking this ship. When he took over the helm of this club, we were in a good position, not completely watertight, but certainly not sinking. He is sinking this ship and this will be his legacy. No, he's desperately trying to grab the buckets and pour out the water that is weighing us down while banging his drum and pointing at a shiny new stadium to direct our attention from the 12-year sinking plan. He wants something other than the sinking legacy. That's what is happening.

So, we get another stadium and we look all shiny, but don't forget Darlington had a new stadium and they looked shiny, but they had a bad captain/chairman, and sadly they are no more.

John, please sort out this fucking mess you have caused first, then I'll gladly jump on this piss-effort of a community stadium plan, or whatever you call it next week.

Back to the football. We are playing Woking in a few weeks' time, but nobody knows when. Scott Brown might be back, but nobody knows, and finally, Carl Magnay is a bloody good lad.

See you Saturday at a shiny new stadium. Don't start. UTM.