September 27, 2006...7:57 am

If it’s an illness then how come no one ever sends him a get-well card then?

Reading the papers this morning and apparently according to The Mirror they asked Joey Turner first to take the Carlisle job but he walked away when they pulled a face over him wanting a free run at the club bar . Fancy losing the chance of a good Manager like that for the sake of 3/ 4 hundred quid a week? Silly sods.

 

Jean told me off for going up on the roof on my own yesterday. Told me not to go up again on my own in case I had one my funny turns.

Went up on the roof again and had a funny turn. 

The fella from number 3 saw me and clocked what was up. Brought up some air sickness tablets . Not sure if it was the act of a genius or the act of a man wearing slippers when he should be in shoes. I thought to myself, I won the Third Division Championship once and I’m on the roof having a funny turn, and a bloke I don’t know is giving me tablets.

 

Gary Monks wife phoned right in the middle of Midsomer. I’ve told Joan not to answer it if it doesn’t suit but she can’t bloody help herself, always bangs on about that Sheila woman from the old shop who left it ringing and it was her husband who’d superglued himself to a Ford Fiesta in Kirkby Stephen during half-day closing.

 

As I said to her, well it’s not gonna be that again is it

 

Gary’s back on the looney juice again. No suprise there then.