Cod Almighty | Diary

They had a dream: there was a rainbow, over The Wolds, over the sea

18 March 2020

Well Deviant Diary ain't panic buying toilet rolls, but I'd definitely panic purchase sausage rolls.

With life in limbo we have oodles of space to ponder this and that. What will the world look like when we come through this wormhole?

Well, wouldn't you know there were sparks of independent thought in the Grimsby Torygraph last week. Dave Laister bravely broke ranks with his employer by questioning the toy town triumphalism of the bitter little locals at the news that Grimsby will look south for economic salvation.

Spud-u-like the look of Lincolnshire love? As we all know in our mindless hearts, the interests of potato farmers in Potterhanworth Booths are exactly the same as the fish, chemical and wind industries of the South Bank.

They used to moan when we were in Lindsey, they moaned when we were in Humberside, now they'll moan again soon about them in that Lincoln ignoring us. Welcome to our Fantasy Island.

Now that Big Dave has broken the silence, perhaps, once we're past the official policy of generational wipe out and wonky eugenics, our trusty tribunes of truth will start publishing those stories they already have on the local elites? You know, do a bit of journalism and hold those in power to account for their actions and hypocrisies.

Football. The world. Decisions will be made. We'll be annoyed by most of them, words will be written, that is the future. Right now I just want to know if we'll get double Nectar points for not buying a toilet roll?

Stay safe, stay frosty everyone.