Day 1424. Bin day today. There’s been a lot of bin days. This takeover is like climbing a tree, and sitting there waiting for a cat to rescue you. After a while, you start to realise you were dumb to ever think it could actually happen. But you’ll give it another 5 minutes, because you never know, it MIGHT happen. And then you wonder wtf you are talking about, it is nothing like being stuck up a tree. and you realise it’s just you probably didn’t get enough sleep last night. Make yourself a cup of tea and take a few deep breaths. And settle back down on the branch again He’s still here. Oh fuck...
Day 1426 and 1427. Sigh. He’s still here. Like a blocked drain. If ever there was a need for Dynorod eh. There’d be a queue to lend a hand. The old count continues. Oh fuck...
3blokes you will be mentioned in despatches if/when this nightmare is over. You have kept the score on the doors with humour and desperation. Didn't he do well.
Day 1428. Well there’s a hint of weary desperation/ resignation over in the Takeover thread at the moment, as things drag on. But unfortunately, it is not over until the twat RD slings....his hook. And so it goes on. Meanwhile I had a weird dream last night. From what I can remember of it, I was talking to Alan Curbishley in a park, somewhere.. Now he was being gracious and polite, but I got the impression he really just wanted me to fuck off and leave him alone. I had spoken to him for a bit about managing but then I think Matt Holland turned up. Wearing shorts. I remember I thought I had a cracking question to ask Alan about Kevin Lisbie, but then something happened and I never got to do it. I bet Alan was pleased. Anyway, enough of this, back to business. He’s still here. Oh fuck....
Day 1432 ( count has been seasonally adjusted as I messed up it up a day of so ago) Looking forward to a protest, what else can we do, the future looks pretty bleak at the moment. "You see I've been to the Day 2000, not much has changed but the ground's underwater" Bring your own snorkels, he's still here. Oh fuck...
It is ANOTHER Saturday morning and The B.O. is in his shed with Mrs B.O. His coffee and little amaretto biscuit are untouched this morning. This is because he is excited about something. "Darling...." He says with a fevered whisper ( which begins to alarm Mrs B..O, noting the glint in his eye, but that's ANOTHER story )....I want to go on another TV game show!! " "Oh ffs." mutters Mrs . B.O, " Not this again. " Meanwhile, The B.O. has a faraway look. " It's a chance for me to raise my profile and show the world I'm a fucking genius! " he says happily. " Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out like that for you when you went on Bullseye, did it? " replies Mrs B.O, with a grimace. " They thought you were a fucking idiot. And you hit the camera man with a dart. " The B.O. shakes his head. " This time, it will be different. " he says, quietly. Mrs. B.O continues. " On Pointless, you started shouting at Richard, because every pointless answer had your name on it. On The Price is Right you said everything was worth 50 million quid and you wouldn't let go of the Hoover till someone gave you a cheque. You wouldn't go on Countdown, because it said it reminded you of a message board thread, you have failed the audition for Strictly Come Dancing 278 times, and on Sale of the Century, you tried to build a hotel on the set! " The B.O.sits there quietly. " Well, it's too late. " he says finally, " I've already signed up for it. " " Oh God. " says Mrs.B.O putting her hand to her forehead. " What one is it? " The B.O looks up at her excitedly. " It's Bargain Hunt! " he says brightly. Mrs B.O eyes him thoughtfully. " It almost sounds ABOUT right for you. " she says quietly. She goes to leave but turns back briefly " And remember to put some clothes on, when you've finished your coffee. You frightened the cat again yesterday. " So tune in again soon to find out how our bestest ever B.O gets on, on a quality game show that involves a weird group kick at the end. Snow joke he's still here. Oh fuck...
Well, though he never appears in human form anywhere near The Valley, I believe that if you search deep inside yourself, Dick, you will find the force within you and you WILL feel his presence. It’s a sensation similar to trapped wind.
Day 1437. Last night this thread offered me its resignation. It just wants to die, apparently. It feels like it's just a number on a page and every day is just the same as the previous one. It wants to move to somewhere leafy like Oxford and make a fresh start, as a Funny Things That Happen in Waitrose thread. I told it to shut it. He's still here. Oh fuck...
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He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
1423? Surely not... aaarghh!
Bin day today. There’s been a lot of bin days.
This takeover is like climbing a tree, and sitting there waiting for a cat to rescue you.
After a while, you start to realise you were dumb to ever think it could actually happen.
But you’ll give it another 5 minutes, because you never know, it MIGHT happen.
And then you wonder wtf you are talking about, it is nothing like being stuck up a tree. and you realise it’s just you probably didn’t get enough sleep last night.
Make yourself a cup of tea and take a few deep breaths.
And settle back down on the branch again
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
Sigh.
He’s still here. Like a blocked drain. If ever there was a need for Dynorod eh. There’d be a queue to lend a hand.
The old count continues.
Oh fuck...
Well there’s a hint of weary desperation/ resignation over in the Takeover thread at the moment, as things drag on. But unfortunately, it is not over until the twat RD slings....his hook. And so it goes on.
Meanwhile I had a weird dream last night. From what I can remember of it, I was talking to Alan Curbishley in a park, somewhere.. Now he was being gracious and polite, but I got the impression he really just wanted me to fuck off and leave him alone. I had spoken to him for a bit about managing but then I think Matt Holland turned up. Wearing shorts. I remember I thought I had a cracking question to ask Alan about Kevin Lisbie, but then something happened and I never got to do it.
I bet Alan was pleased.
Anyway, enough of this, back to business.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck....
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
He’s still here.
Oh fuck.....
Well he couldn't even be bothered to sell up on my birthday yesterday. After all I've done for him
He's still here.
Oh fuck..
Hopefully your last birthday with Roland still here.
Looking forward to a protest, what else can we do, the future looks pretty bleak at the moment.
"You see I've been to the Day 2000, not much has changed but the ground's underwater"
Bring your own snorkels, he's still here.
Oh fuck...
It is ANOTHER Saturday morning and The B.O. is in his shed with Mrs B.O.
His coffee and little amaretto biscuit are untouched this morning. This is because he is excited about something.
"Darling...." He says with a fevered whisper ( which begins to alarm Mrs B..O, noting the glint in his eye, but that's ANOTHER story )....I want to go on another TV game show!! "
"Oh ffs." mutters Mrs . B.O, " Not this again. "
Meanwhile, The B.O. has a faraway look.
" It's a chance for me to raise my profile and show the world I'm a fucking genius! " he says happily.
" Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out like that for you when you went on Bullseye, did it? " replies Mrs B.O, with a grimace. " They thought you were a fucking idiot. And you hit the camera man with a dart. "
The B.O. shakes his head.
" This time, it will be different. " he says, quietly.
Mrs. B.O continues.
" On Pointless, you started shouting at Richard, because every pointless answer had your name on it. On The Price is Right you said everything was worth 50 million quid and you wouldn't let go of the Hoover till someone gave you a cheque. You wouldn't go on Countdown, because it said it reminded you of a message board thread, you have failed the audition for Strictly Come Dancing 278 times, and on Sale of the Century, you tried to build a hotel on the set! "
The B.O.sits there quietly.
" Well, it's too late. " he says finally, " I've already signed up for it. "
" Oh God. " says Mrs.B.O putting her hand to her forehead. " What one is it? "
The B.O looks up at her excitedly.
" It's Bargain Hunt! " he says brightly.
Mrs B.O eyes him thoughtfully.
" It almost sounds ABOUT right for you. " she says quietly. She goes to leave but turns back briefly " And remember to put some clothes on, when you've finished your coffee. You frightened the cat again yesterday. "
So tune in again soon to find out how our bestest ever B.O gets on, on a quality game show that involves a weird group kick at the end.
Snow joke he's still here.
Oh fuck...
I've run out of fingers. And enthusiasm.
He’s still here.
Oh chilly fuck...
He's still here.
Oh fuck...
Last night this thread offered me its resignation. It just wants to die, apparently.
It feels like it's just a number on a page and every day is just the same as the previous one.
It wants to move to somewhere leafy like Oxford and make a fresh start, as a Funny Things That Happen in Waitrose thread.
I told it to shut it.
He's still here.
Oh fuck...
I’m not sure whether anyone is still here. Well, apart from him.
Oh departing fuck...
Does he in fact still know he's still here?