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17 October 2024

Your Guest Diarist arrives hotfoot from a phlebotomy session. Hey chap(s)! Be like Jeff Stelling and me and get yer prostate tested!

On the way home I popped an SAE (look it up youngsters) in the postbox to get my very own Tommy Forecast. There is no news that I know of so I need to try to avoid spouting airy-fairy pseudo-philosophical shit from hereon.

So, it's mid-October and in days of yore young urchins used to line up along the Grimsby road asking for cash from match-bound supporters. Penny for the guy - although a quid would be better. Being exiled here in the fens, and spending Saturday afternoons in my Parisian pied-a-terre, I have no idea whether the modern generation can be bothered with this tradition. Being a man with long hair they used to shout "Gyppo! Gyppo!" as I sauntered past. Happy days!

Speaking of grebos, I recently discovered an interesting FACT about Pop willl Eat Itself, a black country combo from the early nineties. In 1994 the band sponsored a football match;

In 1994 when PWEI played two nights at Wolverhampton Civic Hall we sponsored the Wolves V Grimsby game affording corporate hospitality to our Wolves loving friends, various members of the record industry, UK press and new to the mainland, support band ‘Ash’. The quality of play did not match the quality of food.

Grimsby were dire, Wolves were grim. We won 1-0.

It was ever thus. I didn't go but have been away to Wolves a few times - we always lost, we never scored and I always got seated across the aisle from a bunch of snarky, nasty home fans who never shut up. Happy days.

I'm gonna leave you now because there's a good test match to watch. Made even better by David Gower being forced to talk up the merits of a washing machine 'one touch' model every half hour or so. He does world-weary brilliantly. One of my favourite cricketers. Although my absolute cricketing hero is of course Norman McVicker. Anyone remember him? See yer.