Cod Almighty | Diary

Chirpy-chirpy cheap-heap

13 October 2023

There are those waiting for the gelatine to set, there are those set on sticking some gelignite up some snug-fitting branded leisurewear leggings as they long for change. We're bored, we're fractious and we're all wondering where Mr-Bright-and-Breezy fact-free Bottom of the Barrel Diary is.

We've been scraping the ground and found Middle of the Barrel Diary bobbing around as Mr Bottom ain't in town. Perhaps he's off to see the extraordinarily fragrant Hollywooders in person: a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

You'll just have to be content with this content filler to fill your time.

Words. You needs words. It isn't easy, words don't come easy.

Saturday. Accrington. Injured. Missing. Silent. Moody. Broody. Stagnant. Soulless. Dwindling. Dull. Empty. Football. Town.

Is there scope for hope?

News. There's a word..

Young Mr Coo-ree has signed another contract. The diminutive Disappointer-in-Chief has rambled on about nothing much for twelve – TWELVE – minutes. Some players are fit, others aren't, and for footballing purposes Otis Khan isn't Pakistani anymore. FIFA rules are as fiendishly convoluted as our dear Home Office. Something about his grandad being born before Pakistan existed even though his grandad was officially, legally Pakistani after Pakistan existed.

Words. You need more words.

Wind. Cold. Cleethorpes.

Don't forget your coat, winter's coming.