Counting the Days 'Til We No Longer Need A Takeover Thread Day 11
The Best Thread sits in it's shed contemplating it's impact. It's little amaretto biscuit sitting neglected beside a lukewarm coffee. 'What's happening do me' he sobs in anguish, 'I'm a good thread aren't I, why aren't people excited by the news I bring'? The BT's wife puts on her finest simpering smile, 'perhaps you just need to be a little more patient, dear'. 'Patient, PATIENT!!!', he roars. 'I'm a visionary, I'm the Alan Turing of Charlton Life threads. I bring joyous news and all these vinegar pissers do is start infighting and flagging each other. And now' he sniffs, '...they are neglecting me. I used to be respected, I used to have my own sticky. In fact, better than that, I didn't need a sticky. I was the people's favourite, king of the hill, top of the list, A number one... 'STOP!' screams Mrs BT 'I can't stand another one of your song and dance routines, you're not in Salsa Cabana now, you know'. 'I just want to feel loved' says the Best Thread, 'Why can't those ants post some nice comments and get all excited like in the good old days'? Meanwhile at a secret location near the Thames Estuary, a misguided Lifer hits the 'Post Comment' button and some meaningless scrawl appears at the bottom of the best thread. Temporarily the thread is again lifted into pole position on Charlton Life. For a spilt second the Best Thread smiles... It's still here. Oh Fuck!
Big announcement on the takeover at half time so don’t rush down to join the queues for a beer, stay in your seats and wait to hear the fantastic news. Charlton fans in the east, west and upper north stands can ignore this if they want.
Counting the Days 'Til We No Longer Need A Takeover Thread Day 11
The Best Thread sits in it's shed contemplating it's impact. It's little amaretto biscuit sitting neglected beside a lukewarm coffee. 'What's happening do me' he sobs in anguish, 'I'm a good thread aren't I, why aren't people excited by the news I bring'? The BT's wife puts on her finest simpering smile, 'perhaps you just need to be a little more patient, dear'. 'Patient, PATIENT!!!', he roars. 'I'm a visionary, I'm the Alan Turing of Charlton Life threads. I bring joyous news and all these vinegar pissers do is start infighting and flagging each other. And now' he sniffs, '...they are neglecting me. I used to be respected, I used to have my own sticky. In fact, better than that, I didn't need a sticky. I was the people's favourite, king of the hill, top of the list, A number one... 'STOP!' screams Mrs BT 'I can't stand another one of your song and dance routines, you're not in Salsa Cabana now, you know'. 'I just want to feel loved' says the Best Thread, 'Why can't those ants post some nice comments and get all excited like in the good old days'? Meanwhile at a secret location near the Thames Estuary, a misguided Lifer hits the 'Post Comment' button and some meaningless scrawl appears at the bottom of the best thread. Temporarily the thread is again lifted into poll position on Charlton Life. For a spilt second, the Best Thread smiles... It's still here. Oh Fuck!
Counting the Days 'Til We No Longer Need A Takeover Thread Day 11
The Best Thread sits in it's shed contemplating it's impact. It's little amaretto biscuit sitting neglected beside a lukewarm coffee. 'What's happening do me' he sobs in anguish, 'I'm a good thread aren't I, why aren't people excited by the news I bring'? The BT's wife puts on her finest simpering smile, 'perhaps you just need to be a little more patient, dear'. 'Patient, PATIENT!!!', he roars. 'I'm a visionary, I'm the Alan Turing of Charlton Life threads. I bring joyous news and all these vinegar pissers do is start infighting and flagging each other. And now' he sniffs, '...they are neglecting me. I used to be respected, I used to have my own sticky. In fact, better than that, I didn't need a sticky. I was the people's favourite, king of the hill, top of the list, A number one... 'STOP!' screams Mrs BT 'I can't stand another one of your song and dance routines, you're not in Salsa Cabana now, you know'. 'I just want to feel loved' says the Best Thread, 'Why can't those ants post some nice comments and get all excited like in the good old days'? Meanwhile at a secret location near the Thames Estuary, a misguided Lifer hits the 'Post Comment' button and some meaningless scrawl appears at the bottom of the best thread. Temporarily the thread is again lifted into poll position on Charlton Life. For a spilt second, the Best Thread smiles... It's still here. Oh Fuck!
Silence from the club is deafening,no denial statement apart from a snippet from KR
Cawley is usually very good at confirming or denying rumours, my guess is that he's been breifed on something from the club and under orders to keep it quite.
To anyone else who is in view of the directors box, who are the 3 still in there talking on the left hand side? Think I’ve seen them here before, at least one of them.
Something is defo going on its just to quite the club normally comes out by now and gives us the usual THE CLUB IS NOT FOR SALE and for someone like Rich Crawley not even react or come out and denie it tells me something is going on I just hope what this Paul Green is saying is true as Well and we can be in for a nice surprise soon
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Day 11
The Best Thread sits in it's shed contemplating it's impact. It's little amaretto biscuit sitting neglected beside a lukewarm coffee.
'What's happening do me' he sobs in anguish, 'I'm a good thread aren't I, why aren't people excited by the news I bring'?
The BT's wife puts on her finest simpering smile, 'perhaps you just need to be a little more patient, dear'.
'Patient, PATIENT!!!', he roars. 'I'm a visionary, I'm the Alan Turing of Charlton Life threads. I bring joyous news and all these vinegar pissers do is start infighting and flagging each other. And now' he sniffs, '...they are neglecting me. I used to be respected, I used to have my own sticky. In fact, better than that, I didn't need a sticky. I was the people's favourite, king of the hill, top of the list, A number one...
'STOP!' screams Mrs BT 'I can't stand another one of your song and dance routines, you're not in Salsa Cabana now, you know'.
'I just want to feel loved' says the Best Thread, 'Why can't those ants post some nice comments and get all excited like in the good old days'?
Meanwhile at a secret location near the Thames Estuary, a misguided Lifer hits the 'Post Comment' button and some meaningless scrawl appears at the bottom of the best thread. Temporarily the thread is again lifted into pole position on Charlton Life.
For a spilt second the Best Thread smiles...
It's still here.
Oh Fuck!
Could he have signed an NDA?
I'm only on my phone though so will be fairly slow and short updates.
@ross1 if you are around I know people appreciate the tweets and updates you provide.
Hopefully we can complement each other...