Cod Almighty | Postbag
Grandmaster postbag and the Furious One
27 July 2006
They said it would never happen. Well they were wrong. And now they owe me a pint. Don't they. Anyway, the postbag is back with a vengeance, and quite probably here to stay. Perhaps.So, if you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find him, maybe you can hire... The postbag. postbag@codalmighty.com is the address to use.
Building is actually still there claim by local resident
The Croft Baker building has not been demolished as suggested in your article. It's still there at the top of Mill Road on the right. I live there! If you want a picture of it as it was then or as it is now let me know
from John King
A tale of two Joneses
I know that Mr Slade has received a lot of criticism this year, despite getting us to the play offs, but don't you think that he should receive a tiny bit of the credit for turning Jones the Lump into Lumpaldino and Jones the stick from a journeyman defender into a slab of granite at the heart of the defence?
from Martyn Wyburn
Holy Haddock
Spotted in Quay Street Cardiff en route to the stadium yesterday - thought it was a lucky omen!
Should have realised it wasn't as it was shut down
from Swin
Oi! Statto! Wash your mouth out!
Two days since the play-off final and already Andy Holt is saying we're going to do shit next year. What the bloody hell does he know anyway? Tell him to shut up and get behind the Mariners or just to shut up. He knows nothing!
from Harry McSwegan
Letters Ed responds: Yeah, Andy - you heard the man - shut it! Cuh, eh?
More general abuse
Moley Merkin my arse! You're a bunch of idiots, the lot of you. Do something worthwhile will you?
from Harry McSwegan
Letters Ed responds: Well, that's enough of that. It's one thing to have a go at Andy Holt - we all do that - but to somehow think it's acceptable to throw abuse in the direction of the postbag? You'll learn sonny jim-me-lad. You'll learn.
Ka la la. La le la la
Apart from the fact that Ssslade must have pied him off royally by not playing him after he came back from Egypt, why can't we keep the demon penalty taker ?
from Rufus
Eeeee, Yorkshah
re: Nunty. I have heard this phrase being used - mainly on the Wirral/Merseyside. I am actually from E. Yorkshire, and don't think I've ever been to Grimsby.
I don't think it is strictly Grimsby talk.
from Anna
Letters Ed responds: Don't come on here with your "E. Yorkshire" myths. It's a Grimsby word, all right? You may have heard someone from Grimsby use it in Merseyside, but it's a Grimsby word. You Hull types are all the same aren't you, eh? With your big stadiums and your "actually I heard that world in Merseyside" nonsense. Well shove it up your arse. Yeah, you heard me!
Tees shirt
There's one thing I was certain of this morning when I took my kids to school - no one in this leafy corner of the metropolis would have a clue who the man on my tee shirt was. Expecting at most quizzicle looks I strolled into my daughter's playground when the first dad I passed shouted out "Matt Tees! Where did you get that from?" Apparently this other dad (a Partick Thistle supporter) remembered Tees from the cigarette cards he collected as a kid. He thinks Tees may have played for Motherwell at some point.
from Chris Parrott
Dad's Day
So the new kits are expected to arrive in the GTFC club shop in early July right? Another massive own goal from the continually gaffing commercial department! With Fathers Day now a national institution you'd have thought they would have been making those orphans in the Far East work 24 hours a day to pluck the Arsenal badges off the red kit and sow on the Town insignia. The club shop would have been full to the brim! And I am not arsed off because I am a dad and I know I would have got one of those kits from the kids. Not at all.
from Donny Sparko
Letters Ed responds: Shit! Was it Father's Day? When did that happen? Did I miss it? Soz Dad!
Dirty girly
Did anyone else see Carol picking her nose in last Saturday's Countdown? She's just dirty that woman.
from Paul Mckenzie
The usual random letter from a twat that we always seem to get
We stink of fish... We're a town with great traditons and history. You might want to look up things about Grimsby computer geek before you start slagging towns off you nerd.
from Sean
Letters Ed responds: What in blathering Jesus' name are you talking about, you bottom-spewing goat-raper? For goodness' sakes. Do you people ever learn, eh? I go away for six months and come back to this. THIS. I've a good mind to kill your entire family. That'll bloody learn ya!
Bunged up
I have a lot of relatives from Grimsby who go on about the food at the peabung. What on earth is this all about? Is there some history regarding the significance of the name?
Would appreciate your worldly advice?
from John Walkington
Letters Ed responds: Never been myself, but I'm sure one of our readers will write in with a full history of the place.
HAHAHAHAHA: "Bristols"
" Bristol City however? Well, they're older, they're more attractive, they're more popular. They'll win promotion."
Very good. I'm sure you're hoping to get a few bites after hanging a comment like that out there...
It's worth a mention that Rovers are the oldest professional football club in Bristol by quite some years, having been founded in 1883, whilst the Robins were formed in 1897. Of course, the club founded in 1897 actually doesn't exist anymore - it went bankrupt in 1982. The current Ashton Gate outfit, known as Bristol City (1982) Limited, is actually 99 years younger than the Blue and White team from across the River Avon.
How did Grimsby 's season finish - you went up didn't you?
from Paul Cuff
Letters Ed responds: Oooh. Well listen to you with your "oldest team in Bristol" la-di-bleedin-da shenanigans. You Bristolarians are all the same aren't you? Eh? Someone suggests that perhaps you're not that old and you're all "actually we're right bloody old us, if you don't mind". Well, grandad, you've got worse things to worry about than age. I hope you realise that your club is still paying a wage to Lennie Lawrence. Yeah - that's right. And don't come
Gnomon's land
What's a gnomon? About £100 a week and all the goldfish he can catch.
from Steve McKatt
Grandad we love you
Hail O Almighty Cod!
Just thought I would write from the depths of the Chilterns to say how much I have enjoyed your website since finding it by chance a year or so ago. I enjoy the fantastical, state-of-the-art, mind- numbing, stream-of-subconsciousness match reports from Tony Butcher - he must surely be a superannuated schoool-teacher. The Diary is jokey and entertaining, but if you are away for a bit you miss out on the in-jokes - why Luton's Michael Reddy, for example?
I could do with more reasoned analysis. How did the defence compare when Fen Butcher replaced Jones the Lump/Stick (delete as appropriate)? What is the current first-choice team? Perhaps this just reflects the fact that I am used to wing halves and inside forwards, wingers and centre forwards. How about an article explaining the difference between 4-4-2, 4-3-3, etc,etc. I can cope with 2-3- 5.
The overall tone and contents clearly reflects how young you all are. No mentions of the Mariners in the (real) First Division. My first trip to BP was the game against Wolves in September 1947. George Tweedy, surely Town's best ever goalie, Harry Betmead, Ginger Hall,Chopper Vincent, but they had all grown too old during the war. Billy Cairns, Tommy Briggs, Jimmy Wardle, Jimmy Fell, Jim Madison, Jimmy Bloomer (that's enough Jimmys), Ron Rafferty, Keith Jobling, Ron Cockerill, who could kick a ball harder and further than anyone else. The half-back line of Scotson, MacMillan and Johnston; Paddy Johnston never missed a penalty, he slid the ball along the ground, just inside the post, the goalkeeper could never get down to it. I wonder how he would have fared with today's rules.
In 1953 the first 3 home games had an average attendance of over 16,000. I remember the record attendance game at BP against Stockport County in April 1952 of over 26,000. Town won 4-1, with Jimmy Bloomer scoring a hat-trick. My recollection is that we won promotion with that game, but the records tell me that we didn't.
That's enough nostalgia. Let's hope for a better season. Keep up the good work.
P.S. Pete Green's suggestion that Chapman's Pond is bottomless is of course ridiculous. At one time it had a couple of crocodiles in it. They ate a local schoolchild, but the water was too cold for them. Later it was going to be used for breeding smoked salmon, but nothing came of it. I should know - my grandfather dug it.
P.P.S. Have you guys read Last Tango in Aberystwyth and Aberystwyth Mon Amour by Malcolm Pryce? Should be up your street. We need a similar take on Gy/Clps.
from Antony Chapman
Letters Ed responds: See. This is how it's done. This is what we like. And this guy is older than Bristol City AND Rovers, by the sound of things. And he even throws in a reading recommendation. Good work Antony. Oh, and by the way - the Michael Reddy thing - it's a reference to other webby places being adamant in January that Reddy would be signing for Luton.