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Diary - Wednesday 2 June 2004

2 June 2004

Good afternoon, readers. It's that Miles Moss bloke here, stepping in for your usual Diary at very short notice. His net access is down, you see. That's 'down' in the sense that it's malfunctioning, rather than depressed. Or has been relegated. Or made out of duck feathers. Or 'with it' in a streetwise sense. What's that? Get on with it, you say? Um… ok.

Thing is, there's not actually much for me to get on with. The Papal-esque smoke has long cleared from the skies above Blundell Park, but there's still no sign of Pope Slade I turning his extensive list of players into real, actual, living and breathing players. Maybe he's spending all his time hunting houses; maybe nobody on his list is interested in playing for Grimsby; maybe I'm just being too damned impatient. After all, it's still not even a week since he took the helm. As it were.

Like Sven, though, I'm refusing to panic; it's just tricky watching other teams snap up all the players and wondering who we'll be left with. Michael Keane has gone to Hull; the salacious-sounding Jevons-to-Kiddy rumour picks up pace; even Lee McEvilly has signed for Accrington Stanley. Yeah, alright, the first two may only be useful for three games a season, and I'm only interested in the last one cos he used to score 40 a season for me in Championship Manager, but y'know… I just can't wait. There are names a-plenty of potential signings on messageboards here and there, but that's sheer speculation; meanwhile the Grimblesby Tellergraff is teasing me with a link to this page entitled "Boss could make a Handy move", but then refuses to display it. I can only assume that Slade is thinking of signing cheeky Cockney joiner 'Handy' Andy 'Handy Andy' Kane off of the telly to fix up the main stand a bit. Or something.

So, no transfer news on the OS, but those messageboarders among you may be interested to know that it is giving you the chance to pose questions to John Fenty. It's going to be interesting to see how he diplomatically answers such in-depth posers as "WHY DINT U GIV THE MANAGAER JOB 2 HOOLIAY HES OUT OF WORK YOU GOT NO AMBISHUN Y DON'T U KWIT". Maybe I'm being unkind. They probably know how to spell Houllier.

Well, I'm sure you'll agree that I've waffled on about absolutely nothing for long enough now. No news is, of course, good news, so, er… hurray. Or something. This isn't fair. I bet loads happens tomorrow, and Diary gets to report it all. I'm off for a sulk. Tra!