You're fooling no-one you know..?

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday have come and almost gone and still nothing has come out of the club about the expected termination of the GSO's contract. But, as Mrs X said to me last night, albeit in a scouse accent, what do you expect? It is now painfully obvious that even a loss to Citeh on Saturday will not release Gary's limpet like grasp on the job. In fact, we envision him being there for the game against Hull on December 29 and then, and only then, will the board make some kind of decision on his fate. Makes sense, even if it's nonsense. Why can't he do a Jim Magilton and smack Ricardo Gardner in the face while shouting "Rice and Peas" at the top of his voice?

Anyway, early reports this week suggest that a major PR exercise has been implemented down at T'Reebok as first Gary "Gaz" Cahill and then Matty "Matt" Taylor bigged up the boss with Gaz suggesting the bleeding obvious, that one win would lift the team and then Matt confirming what we all knew, that the GSO has a thick skin, broad shoulders and has "bought the tee shirt" in terms of management (although that has obviously never equated to winning anything). Hang on. Thick skin? Broad shoulders? Ginger Hair? Engandered species? Isn't that an orangutan?

Man of the people Tony "Tony" Kelly has also given his two pence worth by trying not to stick up for anybody, but failing miserably. Obviously not seeing the same game as everybody else did, the suggestion that Bolton chased the game after Wolves scored is nothing short of inspired comedy, seeing as how they battered T'Wanderers for the first 45 minutes, as anybody who had their ear on the commentary whilst turning the volume up when Chris Kamara turned up on the TV would tell you.

And after all this bigging up of the boss, what does the man himself say? Stop talking, start playing. So, the players say something one day, the manager tells them to put their words into action the next and we are supposed to think that the timing of these articles went unplanned? Purrrrllleeaaasse.

In other news not coming from the official mouthpiece Bolton News, Citeh stroll up to T'Reebok on Saturday suffering from a case of swine flu or two. Well, two. Craig Bellamy, first choice striker, multi tattoed behemoth of being a twat, and Valdimir Weiss (no, me either but he could probably score twice from his sick bed like Big Sam did last month) have fallen prey to the illness that if you were a real man like yours truly you would have got in the summer. However, even with this one and half men missing we should still get a spanking.

According to the Lib Dems, who have to do something due to never winning an election, Bolton rank in the top four for football affordability alongside a couple of Dingles and Sunderland. However, as many will tell you, you get what you pay for, and I'm sure that fans of Bolton will happily pay more to get some entertainment. I went to the Royal Albert Hall on Monday to see the Bootleg Beatles. Good crowd, great atmosphere, £18 ticket. However, to go and see the real thing I've had to pay £120 to see Paul Macca at T'O2 in a couple of weeks. While the Bootleg's were good value, it's nothing like seeing the better version. Do you see my point? Oh,and apparently, the beer at Chelski costs more than anywhere else, but when I went it was a nice pint with friendly staff, unlike the stuff you get in the Lofthouse Lower served to you by someone who was released from Stangeways last week. Not to ram home my point or anything.

'til tomorrow, fellow anarchists.