He bought the 12-pack, took it home, No patience, straight away... Chicken and mushroom, added foam, With sweetcorn, too, hooray... Yet its taste required something, The tongue to dazzle more... With an oxo's beefy stuffing, It thrilled him to the core!
He salivated there, of course, For what else could he do? The noodles topped with soya sauce, Were spicy through and through! He swirled and swirled the mixture round, Aromas everywhere... One slurp and he was Heaven-bound! A feast beyond compare!
He leaned against the worktop's side, Stood up and yet laid back, With sniffing sounds he couldn't hide, Then he took off his mac... He shovelled noodles past his lips, They slithered down his throat... While spilling drips on fingertips, Whatever floats your boat...
His guilty pleasure thus went on, His belly boiling hot, Till finally, all noodles gone, He raised and drained the pot... He licked the giant spoon as well, Then thanked the Lord above... You see, pot noodles cast a spell! One pot and you're in love!
Bit harsh to criticise RM IMO, he is not in control of the sale, and can only relay what RD and the lawyers allow him to relay, & when.
A famous cardigan wearer once told me WIOTOS
Although, ironically, the statement about the statement appeared on the trust’s site and came as a surprise to the club staff who control the official site...
Bit harsh to criticise RM IMO, he is not in control of the sale, and can only relay what RD and the lawyers allow him to relay, & when.
A famous cardigan wearer once told me WIOTOS
Although, ironically, the statement about the statement appeared on the trust’s site and came as a surprise to the club staff who control the official site...
Surly that can't be true, a certain Global Moderator from elsewhere has already had his 1-2-1 with Uncle Dick and knows what the Wednesday announcement will be but out of respect won't divulge it.
Bit harsh to criticise RM IMO, he is not in control of the sale, and can only relay what RD and the lawyers allow him to relay, & when.
A famous cardigan wearer once told me WIOTOS
Although, ironically, the statement about the statement appeared on the trust’s site and came as a surprise to the club staff who control the official site...
The club staff who control the official site? In terms of control I thought that right now Richard Murray was the person in control, or maybe Duchatelet, or maybe nobody is in control...of anything day to day.
It's about bloody time we saw an independent statement on the statement about the statement.
Anyone would think this takeover is turning into a farce.
An unofficial statement has been released but cannot be verified. It reads:
" Sell a football club? You must be joking. The old scroat struggles to know what day it is. Just the other day he walked to the grocery store with his underpants on his head and his shoes on back to front. He tried to pay for a pint of milk with pumpkin seeds. Be a month or two yet. Depends what tablets he's on."
Murray said it could be February, which was his assessment at the time. But there’s an announcement tomorrow, the last day of Feb, and we don’t know what that will reveal. I don’t think it’s worth getting her up about it myself.
I’m hoping he’ll confirm what I heard, but if it’s just to say the sale will be concluded in March, well March is a fine month for change, winter into spring etc So long as he doesn’t say ‘could’, I guess.
Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, how are you, and the Rest - Did you leave Nature well - Oh March, Come right upstairs with me - I have so much to tell -
(Emily Dickinson)
April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain May she will stay Resting in my arms again June she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night
July she will fly And give no warning to her flight August die she must The autumn winds blow chilly and cold September I remember A love once new has now grown old
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He bought the 12-pack, took it home,
No patience, straight away...
Chicken and mushroom, added foam,
With sweetcorn, too, hooray...
Yet its taste required something,
The tongue to dazzle more...
With an oxo's beefy stuffing,
It thrilled him to the core!
He salivated there, of course,
For what else could he do?
The noodles topped with soya sauce,
Were spicy through and through!
He swirled and swirled the mixture round,
Aromas everywhere...
One slurp and he was Heaven-bound!
A feast beyond compare!
He leaned against the worktop's side,
Stood up and yet laid back,
With sniffing sounds he couldn't hide,
Then he took off his mac...
He shovelled noodles past his lips,
They slithered down his throat...
While spilling drips on fingertips,
Whatever floats your boat...
His guilty pleasure thus went on,
His belly boiling hot,
Till finally, all noodles gone,
He raised and drained the pot...
He licked the giant spoon as well,
Then thanked the Lord above...
You see, pot noodles cast a spell!
One pot and you're in love!
Denis Martindale, copyright, September,2012.
Denis Martindale
A famous cardigan wearer once told me WIOTOS
Anyone would think this takeover is turning into a farce.
In terms of control I thought that right now Richard Murray was the person in control, or maybe Duchatelet, or maybe nobody is in control...of anything day to day.
" Sell a football club? You must be joking. The old scroat struggles to know what day it is. Just the other day he walked to the grocery store with his underpants on his head and his shoes on back to front. He tried to pay for a pint of milk with pumpkin seeds.
Be a month or two yet. Depends what tablets he's on."
Anonymous. St Truiden.
Confirmed (what we already knew) Roland picked the FA cup team away v Sheffield United & subsequent matches.
Says nearly re-signed for Charlton in summer but Katrien blocked it.
Let my people go
Protests rang out from every stand
Let my people go
Go down, Addicks
Way down in Belgium's land
Tell old Roland
Let my people go