The Postbag

Postbag: Spit spatting

17 August 2006

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Whither Grimsby

For James Booth:

Behold! Grimsby in Norway!. And there appears to be a restaurant in Christchurch, New Zealand called Grimsby's. Better than boring football eh?

from Bedders

Dim Butcher

Mr Tony Butcher's reports are indeed a thing of great beauty, and something Town and football fans alike should be proud of.

But I have to disagree with Mr Richard Dawson's assertion that Mr Butcher's memory is undimmed. There are clearly times when Mr Butcher's memory is clearly failing. The most recent example was his reporting that Peter Bore's first touch was to score on Saturday. I think not!

Or is it a case of taking artistic licence? Or is there only a limited view of proceedings from Mr Butcher's vantage point? Maybe a post is in the way, or a standing supporter, or too much bemused gazing at the ground?

from Dave Chambers

Daft ha'porth

"TOWN NOW HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD - KEEPER PHIL". I read this headline in the GET and suddenly everything was clear. The daft sod was facing the wrong way!

from Chris

Little Luton

Enough with the "Luton's Michael Reddy" thing! You can't get away with using the same old jokes time after time after time after time and still have people think they're funny, you know.

from Matt Lucas and David Walliams

Abort. Retry. Fail.

Croft Baker maternity home was the former home of Croft Baker - a skipper who left his home in his will so that it could be used as a maternity home due to the large number of abortions and unwanted pregnancies caused by the fishing industry (at that time men with a lot of money at home for a short period of time). There's also a park in Cleethorpes - I think it's Peoples Park - it's said to be full of the skeletons of aborted babies another legacy of the fishing industry.

from David Woollins

Letters Ed responds: Lovely. Also, I've heard that there's a place in Grimsby where people used to be able to get backstreet lower-leg transplants - Freshney Place. This was for ex-pirates who grew tired of their peg leg. Another legacy of the fishing industry.

Shhhh

"Live football on the BBC... on your local BBC radio station" is the jist of an ad on Radio 1 at the moment. Shall I tell them or you?

from Neil Wallace

The only living haddock in New Cross

The only haddock in the south is terrible. Living in Essex the only fish on offer is cod or plaice. The sighting of haddock on the menu is rare. This Friday night I did spy some one though, nestling under the golden glow of the heater lamp. And I did purchase said fish and it tasted like ithad just swum up river from Hades. It was god awful, and nothing like the taste of freshly fried haddock from Grimsby chip shop.

Let's be fair - it's sometimes the only good thing about the nearly 400 mile round trip. So, to conclude: Don't worry about haddock not being available in Southern chippies, it's trash anyway.

from John Pakey

Spit spatting

Who is this Billo chap that JF refers to? Is he a new board member or local DJ that I have missed?

from Matt Jones

Letters Ed responds: Get your free pull-out in next month's CA: Just who is Billo? His lives, his loves, his passions. We give you the lowdown on the man himself. Don't miss it.

Wahey! Tits... oh

Burns/Fenty: Sort yourselves out, you are behaving like titheads

from Liam Gallagher

Letters Ed responds: I think that about sums it up.

Radio free Grimsby

Re: Different Wavlelengths by Ian Rawson. Summed up very nicely and I couldn't agree more. Give us some bearable coverage Burns and Fenty! Or the koala gets it.

from Al Wilkinson

In the blue corner 'Positive' Joooohn Fentyyyyyyy...

Spot on from Ian Rawson. The out in the open squabble is childish and no-one is coming out of it in a shining light. From two professional bodies you'd expect professionalism. There has been none of that evident in this case. And Ian is right: all the fans want is to be able to listen to the game on the radio, not sat at a computer.

Keep up the good work.