I have to laugh at this one, I really do. I don’t really like York City all that much, they’d join the likes of Altrincham, Rushden, Cambridge and Tamworth in being outfits that have done things to pee me off, either on the pitch of off it.

This, however, was pure greed and got precisely what it deserved. Here’s the story, Clayton Donaldson, their striker, is pretty decent, and is fancied by clubs higher up. He’s no Henry, let’s face it, but he’s got ability, but York refused to let him go anywhere for any less than a fee of £500,000, even though arguably the best player outside the Championship in Aaron Maclean went to Peterborough for barely a third of that.

They said they were prepared to let Donaldson go for nothing in the summer, as he was out of contract - by rejecting these bids, believing that a) he’d win them promotion in the summer, and b) they’d get a fee for him under English transfer rules under a tribunal because he’s only 23.

Then, some very wonderful things happened.

Donaldson came to Aggborough, got found out for being a little bit overrated, didn’t like it, had a strop and got send off and suspended for three games.

York got two points out of their next three games (inclusive) and subsequently slipped to being just four points ahead of our good selves.

Donaldson agreed a pre-contract agreement with Hibernian for next season. And, as Hibs are a Scottish team, the tribunal rule does not apply and York will get NOWT for their half-a-million man.

With any luck, they won’t get promoted, either.

“It is devastating that York will receive nothing when he joins Hibernian,” they moaned in a statement today.

“Before he joined York City it is fair to state he was a player who had enjoyed little success.

“It is only the work of Billy McEwan and York City Football Club that has made Clayton Donaldson the player he is today.”

Well, you shouldn’t have been so greedy as to reject as much as £200,000 for him then, should you? Especially when you’ve barely got two quid to rub together yourselves!

‘The player he is today’ - HA! Scottish Premier League quality? Say no more.

A cat has been prescribed anti-depressants because she’s being bullied by other felines.

Experts say 12-year-old Twiglet also needs anger-management treatment, as she keeps biting her owner in frustration.

And the grey short-haried tabby is becoming a massive moggy, with her weight soaring above a stone - because she is too frightened to go outside.

When owner Jackie Martin took her pet to the vet near her Brighton home, she was told Twiglet has anxiety issues and depression because she was being bullied by other cats.

Twiglet was prescribed a daily dose of the Prozac-like drug amitriptyline- but Jackie says that isn’t as easy as it sounds.

“She was given the drugs to calm her down and alleviate anxieties” she told the Daily Mirror.

“The problem is that if you have a violent cat it’s just not possible to make her eat the tablets.”

Animal behaviour experts say Twiglet could be referred to a cat counselor if the drugs don’t work.

Plenty to get through tonight ladies and gentlemen so let us not waste time with small talk and semantics.

Firstly, I’d like to draw (no pun intended) your attention to the giant penis that was embezzled into a school field in Southampton. Hampshire again eh? What do they feed the folks down there anyway?

Two young lads used weed killer on the lawn to effectively burn the shape of, how can I say this, some BALLS and a MEAT CLEAVER into the field. See, for me it was either egging friends or wrapping a school tie around a lamppost. Nope, in Hampshire they draw giant cocks. Delightful.

The General shows us how it’s done..

Good weekend, I have to say.

Friday I went full throttle at the gym with Tiny who looks much hotter in her shorts than should be humanly possible, then met up with Lordy and Adi (http://www.generaladi.co.uk/) for some bowling fun and then some food. We managed to play and talk almost the entire night away and it was most enjoyable.

After battering Tiny from post to post in our last trip, I expected to at least be in with a shout on Friday night, but the fact that I managed just 36 points in an entire game put pay to that - Adi was as good as you’d expect him to be, but as good as his performance as, it couldn’t quite beat the entertainment I got from watching the two gents in the lane next to us who were taking it all very, very seriously. Laura decided to pinch one of their balls - I’ll leave you to ponder any visuals you might get from that.

I was so disappointed that I promised to pay for everyone’s dinner should I not beat 36 in round two. I love my food as much as I do the cobwebs in my wallet but not even I could be that poor - a score of more than 90 saw that I got off lightly.

What f****** game are you watching? - MY

Saturday saw a trip for Tiny and I to Altrincham, who have come close to taking the title of ‘most hated’ from Gravesend and Northfleet. Talk about blind, moaning, miserable old buggers - and that’s just the manager!

Anyway, as you’d expect, we won. Again.

More wrestling coverage than perhaps the WWE deserves on the bloggy this week but I can’t help but write a little bit about Jorge ‘Giant’ Gonzalez, who wrestled for about a year in 1993.

He was originally an 8ft tall Basketball player in Argentina, and was brought to the WWE basically because the owner loved big guys. As a wrestler he was of course talentless and without any skills, but my god at the time I was scared of him, I suppose that was the idea.

Anyway, he left wrestling to go and look after his sick mother in Argentina, as she was close to death, admirable enough. I looked up his name tonight and found out that he’s now confined to a wheelchair and living on benefits and doing just about enough to survive, physically, I suppose because of complications due to his enormous size ala Andre the Giant. He quit wrestling when he was just 27, that says enough.

He can now occasionally only just stand with the aid of large knee braces. How sad is that, he was treated like a circus clown, too, very WWE.