@Henry Irving is inducing people to write ridiculously long posts in order to get the page count moving and encouraging others to quote said long posts.
I know he's been discussing the issue with some of our more militant female posters to base this thread on WAR & Peace, but they have yet to fall into line.
#Nopromote
I personally believe he made the whole thing up.
The scarf wearers were all mates of his.
Has anyone actually met any of these so called “Aussies”, apart from me? And I could easily be making it up, as one or two have suggested.
Other than the length of time they’ve had to get this done , no .However surely we can’t be happy with the way this consortium constantly appears to change shape
Given the near 100% certainty that IT won’t be happening today I thought it appropriate that we once again take this thread into the realms of the surreal. Well, we already have fish puns and who can forget the 16th century Belgian ambassador’s portrait? So, where better to go than the Theatre of the Absurd and in particular Samuel Beckett’s seminal ‘Waiting for Godot’ which has been described as a play in which nothing happens twice. What a marvellous metaphor (if that is the right word) for the sale of Charlton where nothing has happened at least twice if not on many more occasions.
In the real play two characters (Vladimir and Estragon) sit around waiting for someone to arrive (the mysterious Godot). It is subtly understood that Vladimir is the master and Estragon his servant although both are usually dressed as tramps. If we substitute Roland for Vladimir and Lieven de Turck for Estragon then it takes only a few tweaks to lift sections of the play almost verbatim: Thus, I present (with apologies to Samuel Beckett) Waiting for The Aussie.
ACT ONE: SCENE ONE
A small town somewhere in Belgium. Two men (Roland and Lieven) are sitting under a tree outside a café which may or may not be owned by one of the men
ROLAND: Well? What do we do?
LIEVEN: Don't do anything. It's safer.
ROLAND: Let's wait and see what he says.
LIEVEN: Who?
ROLAND: The Aussie.
LIEVEN: Good idea.
ROLAND: Let's wait till we know exactly how we stand.
LIEVEN: On the other hand, it might be better to strike the iron before it freezes.
ROLAND: I'm curious to hear what he has to offer. Then I’ll take it or leave it.
LIEVEN: What exactly did you ask you for?
ROLAND: Were you not there?
LIEVEN: I can't have been listening.
ROLAND: Oh . . . about 70 million.
LIEVEN: A kind of prayer.
ROLAND: Precisely.
LIEVEN: A vague supplication.
ROLAND: Exactly.
LIEVEN: And what did he reply?
ROLAND: That he'd see.
LIEVEN: That he couldn't promise anything.
ROLAND: That he'd have to think it over.
LIEVEN: In the quiet of his home?
ROLAND: Consult his agents.
LIEVEN: His correspondents?
ROLAND: His books.
LIEVEN: His bank account!
ROLAND: Before taking a decision.
LIEVEN: It's the normal thing.
ROLAND: Is it not?
LIEVEN: I think it is.
ROLAND: I think so too.
LIEVEN: And we?
ROLAND: I beg your pardon?
LIEVEN: I said, And we?
ROLAND: I don't understand.
LIEVEN: Where do we come in?
ROLAND: Come in?
LIEVEN: Take your time.
ROLAND: Come in? On our hands and knees.
LIEVEN: As bad as that?
ACT ONE SCENE TWO
BOY (for it is Tony K): Mister Roland . . . ?
ROLAND: Yes.
LIEVEN: What do you want?
ROLAND: Approach! (The Boy does not move).
LIEVEN: Approach when you're told, can't you? (The Boy advances timidly, halts).
ROLAND: What is it?
LIEVEN: (violently) Will you approach! (The Boy advances timidly). What kept you so late?
ROLAND: You have a message from the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Well, what is it?
LIEVEN: What kept you so late?
BOY: I was afraid, Sir.
LIEVEN: Afraid of what? Of us? Answer me!
ROLAND: I know what it is, he was afraid of not getting his bonus. Were you afraid of that boy?
BOY: Yes Sir.
LIEVEN: Well?
BOY: The Aussie—
ROLAND: Obviously.
BOY: The Aussie told me to tell you he won't come today but surely tomorrow.
END OF ACT ONE
Interval: this may last for one year or possibly much longer.
ACT TWO SCENE ONE
BOY (Tony K): Mister Roland. . . . . .?
ROLAND: Off we go again. You have a message from the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: He won't come today?
BOY: No Sir.
ROLAND: But he'll come tomorrow?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Without fail?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Did you meet anyone?
BOY: No Sir.
ROLAND: Two other Aussies or Saudis?
BOY: I didn't see anyone, Sir.
ROLAND: What does he do, the Aussie? Do you hear me?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Well?
BOY: He does nothing, Sir.
ROLAND: Has he a scarf, the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Red and White or Black and White?
BOY: I think it's Red and white, Sir.
ROLAND: Lord have thanks!
BOY: What am I to tell the Aussie, Sir?
ROLAND: Tell him . . . tell him you saw me and that . . . nothing else.
LIEVEN: What's wrong with you?
ROLAND: Nothing.
LIEVEN: I'm going.
ROLAND: So am I.
LIEVEN: Where shall we go?
ROLAND: No, We can't go.
LIEVEN: Why not?
ROLAND: We have to come back tomorrow.
LIEVEN: What for?
ROLAND: To wait for the Aussie.
LIEVEN He didn't come?
ROLAND: No.
LIEVEN: And now it's too late.
ROLAND: Yes, it may be too late.
LIEVEN: And if we dropped him?
ROLAND: He might pull out first.
LIEVEN: Then we can't. You say we have to come back tomorrow?
ROLAND: Yes.
LIEVEN: I can't go on like this.
ROLAND: That's what you think.
LIEVEN: If we stayed? That might be better. Until the Aussie comes.
ROLAND Yes.
THE END
NOTE: PERFORMANCES OF THE ABOVE WILL BE REPEATED EVERY DAY FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE
This post is just too long so I have decided not to read it.
Given the near 100% certainty that IT won’t be happening today I thought it appropriate that we once again take this thread into the realms of the surreal. Well, we already have fish puns and who can forget the 16th century Belgian ambassador’s portrait? So, where better to go than the Theatre of the Absurd and in particular Samuel Beckett’s seminal ‘Waiting for Godot’ which has been described as a play in which nothing happens twice. What a marvellous metaphor (if that is the right word) for the sale of Charlton where nothing has happened at least twice if not on many more occasions.
In the real play two characters (Vladimir and Estragon) sit around waiting for someone to arrive (the mysterious Godot). It is subtly understood that Vladimir is the master and Estragon his servant although both are usually dressed as tramps. If we substitute Roland for Vladimir and Lieven de Turck for Estragon then it takes only a few tweaks to lift sections of the play almost verbatim: Thus, I present (with apologies to Samuel Beckett) Waiting for The Aussie.
ACT ONE: SCENE ONE
A small town somewhere in Belgium. Two men (Roland and Lieven) are sitting under a tree outside a café which may or may not be owned by one of the men
ROLAND: Well? What do we do?
LIEVEN: Don't do anything. It's safer.
ROLAND: Let's wait and see what he says.
LIEVEN: Who?
ROLAND: The Aussie.
LIEVEN: Good idea.
ROLAND: Let's wait till we know exactly how we stand.
LIEVEN: On the other hand, it might be better to strike the iron before it freezes.
ROLAND: I'm curious to hear what he has to offer. Then I’ll take it or leave it.
LIEVEN: What exactly did you ask you for?
ROLAND: Were you not there?
LIEVEN: I can't have been listening.
ROLAND: Oh . . . about 70 million.
LIEVEN: A kind of prayer.
ROLAND: Precisely.
LIEVEN: A vague supplication.
ROLAND: Exactly.
LIEVEN: And what did he reply?
ROLAND: That he'd see.
LIEVEN: That he couldn't promise anything.
ROLAND: That he'd have to think it over.
LIEVEN: In the quiet of his home?
ROLAND: Consult his agents.
LIEVEN: His correspondents?
ROLAND: His books.
LIEVEN: His bank account!
ROLAND: Before taking a decision.
LIEVEN: It's the normal thing.
ROLAND: Is it not?
LIEVEN: I think it is.
ROLAND: I think so too.
LIEVEN: And we?
ROLAND: I beg your pardon?
LIEVEN: I said, And we?
ROLAND: I don't understand.
LIEVEN: Where do we come in?
ROLAND: Come in?
LIEVEN: Take your time.
ROLAND: Come in? On our hands and knees.
LIEVEN: As bad as that?
ACT ONE SCENE TWO
BOY (for it is Tony K): Mister Roland . . . ?
ROLAND: Yes.
LIEVEN: What do you want?
ROLAND: Approach! (The Boy does not move).
LIEVEN: Approach when you're told, can't you? (The Boy advances timidly, halts).
ROLAND: What is it?
LIEVEN: (violently) Will you approach! (The Boy advances timidly). What kept you so late?
ROLAND: You have a message from the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Well, what is it?
LIEVEN: What kept you so late?
BOY: I was afraid, Sir.
LIEVEN: Afraid of what? Of us? Answer me!
ROLAND: I know what it is, he was afraid of not getting his bonus. Were you afraid of that boy?
BOY: Yes Sir.
LIEVEN: Well?
BOY: The Aussie—
ROLAND: Obviously.
BOY: The Aussie told me to tell you he won't come today but surely tomorrow.
END OF ACT ONE
Interval: this may last for one year or possibly much longer.
ACT TWO SCENE ONE
BOY (Tony K): Mister Roland. . . . . .?
ROLAND: Off we go again. You have a message from the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: He won't come today?
BOY: No Sir.
ROLAND: But he'll come tomorrow?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Without fail?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Did you meet anyone?
BOY: No Sir.
ROLAND: Two other Aussies or Saudis?
BOY: I didn't see anyone, Sir.
ROLAND: What does he do, the Aussie? Do you hear me?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Well?
BOY: He does nothing, Sir.
ROLAND: Has he a scarf, the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Red and White or Black and White?
BOY: I think it's Red and white, Sir.
ROLAND: Lord have thanks!
BOY: What am I to tell the Aussie, Sir?
ROLAND: Tell him . . . tell him you saw me and that . . . nothing else.
LIEVEN: What's wrong with you?
ROLAND: Nothing.
LIEVEN: I'm going.
ROLAND: So am I.
LIEVEN: Where shall we go?
ROLAND: No, We can't go.
LIEVEN: Why not?
ROLAND: We have to come back tomorrow.
LIEVEN: What for?
ROLAND: To wait for the Aussie.
LIEVEN He didn't come?
ROLAND: No.
LIEVEN: And now it's too late.
ROLAND: Yes, it may be too late.
LIEVEN: And if we dropped him?
ROLAND: He might pull out first.
LIEVEN: Then we can't. You say we have to come back tomorrow?
ROLAND: Yes.
LIEVEN: I can't go on like this.
ROLAND: That's what you think.
LIEVEN: If we stayed? That might be better. Until the Aussie comes.
ROLAND Yes.
THE END
NOTE: PERFORMANCES OF THE ABOVE WILL BE REPEATED EVERY DAY FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE
This post is just too long so I have decided not to read it.
Given the near 100% certainty that IT won’t be happening today I thought it appropriate that we once again take this thread into the realms of the surreal. Well, we already have fish puns and who can forget the 16th century Belgian ambassador’s portrait? So, where better to go than the Theatre of the Absurd and in particular Samuel Beckett’s seminal ‘Waiting for Godot’ which has been described as a play in which nothing happens twice. What a marvellous metaphor (if that is the right word) for the sale of Charlton where nothing has happened at least twice if not on many more occasions.
In the real play two characters (Vladimir and Estragon) sit around waiting for someone to arrive (the mysterious Godot). It is subtly understood that Vladimir is the master and Estragon his servant although both are usually dressed as tramps. If we substitute Roland for Vladimir and Lieven de Turck for Estragon then it takes only a few tweaks to lift sections of the play almost verbatim: Thus, I present (with apologies to Samuel Beckett) Waiting for The Aussie.
ACT ONE: SCENE ONE
A small town somewhere in Belgium. Two men (Roland and Lieven) are sitting under a tree outside a café which may or may not be owned by one of the men
ROLAND: Well? What do we do?
LIEVEN: Don't do anything. It's safer.
ROLAND: Let's wait and see what he says.
LIEVEN: Who?
ROLAND: The Aussie.
LIEVEN: Good idea.
ROLAND: Let's wait till we know exactly how we stand.
LIEVEN: On the other hand, it might be better to strike the iron before it freezes.
ROLAND: I'm curious to hear what he has to offer. Then I’ll take it or leave it.
LIEVEN: What exactly did you ask you for?
ROLAND: Were you not there?
LIEVEN: I can't have been listening.
ROLAND: Oh . . . about 70 million.
LIEVEN: A kind of prayer.
ROLAND: Precisely.
LIEVEN: A vague supplication.
ROLAND: Exactly.
LIEVEN: And what did he reply?
ROLAND: That he'd see.
LIEVEN: That he couldn't promise anything.
ROLAND: That he'd have to think it over.
LIEVEN: In the quiet of his home?
ROLAND: Consult his agents.
LIEVEN: His correspondents?
ROLAND: His books.
LIEVEN: His bank account!
ROLAND: Before taking a decision.
LIEVEN: It's the normal thing.
ROLAND: Is it not?
LIEVEN: I think it is.
ROLAND: I think so too.
LIEVEN: And we?
ROLAND: I beg your pardon?
LIEVEN: I said, And we?
ROLAND: I don't understand.
LIEVEN: Where do we come in?
ROLAND: Come in?
LIEVEN: Take your time.
ROLAND: Come in? On our hands and knees.
LIEVEN: As bad as that?
ACT ONE SCENE TWO
BOY (for it is Tony K): Mister Roland . . . ?
ROLAND: Yes.
LIEVEN: What do you want?
ROLAND: Approach! (The Boy does not move).
LIEVEN: Approach when you're told, can't you? (The Boy advances timidly, halts).
ROLAND: What is it?
LIEVEN: (violently) Will you approach! (The Boy advances timidly). What kept you so late?
ROLAND: You have a message from the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Well, what is it?
LIEVEN: What kept you so late?
BOY: I was afraid, Sir.
LIEVEN: Afraid of what? Of us? Answer me!
ROLAND: I know what it is, he was afraid of not getting his bonus. Were you afraid of that boy?
BOY: Yes Sir.
LIEVEN: Well?
BOY: The Aussie—
ROLAND: Obviously.
BOY: The Aussie told me to tell you he won't come today but surely tomorrow.
END OF ACT ONE
Interval: this may last for one year or possibly much longer.
ACT TWO SCENE ONE
BOY (Tony K): Mister Roland. . . . . .?
ROLAND: Off we go again. You have a message from the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: He won't come today?
BOY: No Sir.
ROLAND: But he'll come tomorrow?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Without fail?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Did you meet anyone?
BOY: No Sir.
ROLAND: Two other Aussies or Saudis?
BOY: I didn't see anyone, Sir.
ROLAND: What does he do, the Aussie? Do you hear me?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Well?
BOY: He does nothing, Sir.
ROLAND: Has he a scarf, the Aussie?
BOY: Yes Sir.
ROLAND: Red and White or Black and White?
BOY: I think it's Red and white, Sir.
ROLAND: Lord have thanks!
BOY: What am I to tell the Aussie, Sir?
ROLAND: Tell him . . . tell him you saw me and that . . . nothing else.
LIEVEN: What's wrong with you?
ROLAND: Nothing.
LIEVEN: I'm going.
ROLAND: So am I.
LIEVEN: Where shall we go?
ROLAND: No, We can't go.
LIEVEN: Why not?
ROLAND: We have to come back tomorrow.
LIEVEN: What for?
ROLAND: To wait for the Aussie.
LIEVEN He didn't come?
ROLAND: No.
LIEVEN: And now it's too late.
ROLAND: Yes, it may be too late.
LIEVEN: And if we dropped him?
ROLAND: He might pull out first.
LIEVEN: Then we can't. You say we have to come back tomorrow?
ROLAND: Yes.
LIEVEN: I can't go on like this.
ROLAND: That's what you think.
LIEVEN: If we stayed? That might be better. Until the Aussie comes.
ROLAND Yes.
THE END
NOTE: PERFORMANCES OF THE ABOVE WILL BE REPEATED EVERY DAY FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE
No snippets of anything takeover related yesterday (19th Jan) at the Accrington acrimonious game? (Mainly posted so this long suffering thread gets back on the front page).
Unless you live inside the head of Roland Duchatelet you can't be ITK. What he may say and what he does aren't on the same page so even if the draft copy of a sale is agreed and waiting for both parties to sign he can still change his mind because he may be a sadist as well as a Shitweasel.
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The scarf wearers were all mates of his.
Has anyone actually met any of these so called “Aussies”, apart from me? And I could easily be making it up, as one or two have suggested.
#Nopromote
#BanHim
#MeToo
;0)
(Mainly posted so this long suffering thread gets back on the front page).
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-46940238
have you seen how loaded Richard Gere is in pretty woman
It looks like we are going to have to contemplate our club being perma-Shitweaseled, it seems. What a drag.