Cod Almighty | Diary

The green, green grass of home

10 June 2025

The old home town looked the same as we played Ker-azy golf in the rain, and there to beat me were some old friends from school days. Let's not mention BOTB Diary's 10 on the 13th.

Yes, it's Deviant Diary, your favourite waste of time: the stand-in stand-in's reserve replacement for your usual Tuesday Diarist, that man from out of town, very much the Jack Hargreaves of Cod Almighty. No sensible homilies on the state of the world or allegorical reflections on the parallel universe of the 1920s from me, oh no, just more diversions than the weekend A46 (between 20:00 and 08:00).

Town news? You want it, you'll get it. The grass is growing, the shop is shut and there'll be a new head recruitment honcho sometime at some point. People come, people go; it's nothing personal, just business. Back in the old days, when we were young and our hearts were an open book, we used to say live and let live. You know we did, you know we did, you know we did. But in this ever-changing internetted world in which we're living some give in and cry at the slightest disturbance in the force. Since when have we ever bothered about backroom boys and girls?

Forget the facts it's Grimsby Town, eh.

And, well, that's it really. What do you expect on the second Tuesday in June? Who gives a toss about internationals – the players (the enervated English, not wacky old Wales) don't seem to. Who cares about confected cobblers designed to make rich people richer. Don't turn the telly on, go outside! The summer is coming, by gum, June is busting out all over.

I knew I should have started playing left-handed earlier.