Day 1904 and 1905 ( a day early but busy weekend coming up at 3B Towers)
It is a Friday morning and the B.O is in his shed.
It has not been a good week.
Mrs B.O has brought him along an extra coffee and little amaretto biscuit to try to ease the pain, but she finds him sitting at his bench, rivet in hand, in a state of despair.
“ Well what’s gone wrong now?” she says wearily. “Still no luck trying to sell the club to The Welsh Tourist Board? And did Primark get back to you on it, yet?”
The B.O frowns and gives a miserable shrug.
“ No, they told me to clear off, ” he mutters. “But it’s not that.”
Mrs. B.O. puts his coffee down on the bench.
“ What is it then?” she says.
The B.O lets out an anguished cry.
“ I’VE RUN OUT OF PEOPLE TO BLAME!!”
Mrs. B.O folds her arms.
“ Oh dear.” she says patiently, “ That must be very difficult for you.”
“It is!” wails the B.O.
Mrs. B.O nods.
There is a moment of silence.
“ Well, I dunno....have you blamed the cat, yet?” she asks.
“ Yes, I blamed the January transfer window on that bastard two weeks ago!” wails the B.O. “I’ve blamed the budgie, Darth Vader, Mork and Mindy, Genghis Khan, The Beverley Sisters, Terence Trent D’Arby and Lassie!”
Mrs. B.O nods.
The B.O suddenly throws a rivet across the shed.
“AAAARGGGGHHHHH!” he yells.
“ Well,” says Mrs. B.O calmly. “ Maybe you’re going about this the wrong way.”
The B.O stops biting the bench for a moment and looks up at her.
“ What do you mean?” he says.
“Well, if you’ve run out of PEOPLE to blame.... why not just blame things instead?” She says. “Like Brexit or measles, or something.”
The B.O looks at her for a moment, then his eyes suddenly take on a far away visionary look.
“ Yes,” he says fervently, “What a brilliant idea of mine! And I know exactly what I am going to blame everything on!”
Mrs B.O eyes him wearily.
“ Yes!” he cries, “ I am going to blame the whole bloody appalling mess on .......Stonehenge!”
Well let’s leave the B.O passing the buck on to an ancient stone monument, and anything else that does or doesn’t move.
In the meantime let’s try and keep the faith even though he’s still here.
Is that a Spinal Tap Stonehenge? Coming right up boss. It only costs the same amount as the property value associated eith Charlton Athletic Football Club.
I can deliver it to you next week and have it installed in your shed BO. Then you can commune with your failure on a daily basis.
Oh druids save us with a large monolithic delivery to our BO ever.
Dear sir, i own a football club and i am very good at it. i pay for all this stuff huh, but incredibly, not a single bastard tiny bloody ant round here appreciates how great i am. Stupid shitty ants! All they care about is ‘de kloob’, whatever that is. i’m just trying to build something amazing here for everyone! Like the odd hotel and maybe a few shops if any bastard would actually let me. But do they? No they bloody don’t! so that’s it i want to go now. But it’s only fair i get something for all this trouble which is nothing to do with me. It’s not my fault i’m more cleverer than everyone else in SE8. Now you have supplied us with a ton of water, so you have done all right out of me. Especially at the training farm. so i think you should step up now and buy this shitty shit klobb off me. i’ll take a cheque. hurry up bye
I'm an atheist during the night and an agnostic during the day. This has been my life since the Sunday school teacher suggested to my Mum at the age of 8 that as I said the fishes and bread story was a giant Fib because my mum only made it goes between 6 of my family Could I perhaps not come to Sunday school as the other children were being influenced by my "Soapbox rants"
The reason I'm sharing this with you miserable sinners are, I have decided to talk and ask for help to remove Mr Douchebag by connecting with a native American who is on the other side (not Millwall !) I will have to believe and seek this spiritual route to resolve our problems and extricate Mr Shitweasel from Cafc.
I will keep my ear to the ground, smoke my peace pipe, and sleep in the wigwam or teepee. ( I have been feeling two tents recently) I may be expelled from the humanist society BUT the future of my true love is more important.
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Queen Victoria is dead.
1901
Roland Duchatelet lives on.
Let us spray for the end of the counting...
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingbinsoutloud..
And just when you thought you were running out of material, further inspiration arrives from across the Channel via the official website...
Ohforcryingoutloud...
The visionary is still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud...
It is a Friday morning and the B.O is in his shed.
It has not been a good week.
Mrs B.O has brought him along an extra coffee and little amaretto biscuit to try to ease the pain, but she finds him sitting at his bench, rivet in hand, in a state of despair.
“ Well what’s gone wrong now?” she says wearily. “Still no luck trying to sell the club to The Welsh Tourist Board? And did Primark get back to you on it, yet?”
The B.O frowns and gives a miserable shrug.
“ No, they told me to clear off, ” he mutters. “But it’s not that.”
Mrs. B.O. puts his coffee down on the bench.
“ What is it then?” she says.
The B.O lets out an anguished cry.
“ I’VE RUN OUT OF PEOPLE TO BLAME!!”
Mrs. B.O folds her arms.
“ Oh dear.” she says patiently, “ That must be very difficult for you.”
“It is!” wails the B.O.
Mrs. B.O nods.
There is a moment of silence.
“ Well, I dunno....have you blamed the cat, yet?” she asks.
“ Yes, I blamed the January transfer window on that bastard two weeks ago!” wails the B.O. “I’ve blamed the budgie, Darth Vader, Mork and Mindy, Genghis Khan, The Beverley Sisters, Terence Trent D’Arby and Lassie!”
Mrs. B.O nods.
The B.O suddenly throws a rivet across the shed.
“AAAARGGGGHHHHH!” he yells.
“ Well,” says Mrs. B.O calmly. “ Maybe you’re going about this the wrong way.”
The B.O stops biting the bench for a moment and looks up at her.
“ What do you mean?” he says.
“Well, if you’ve run out of PEOPLE to blame.... why not just blame things instead?” She says. “Like Brexit or measles, or something.”
The B.O looks at her for a moment, then his eyes suddenly take on a far away visionary look.
“ Yes,” he says fervently, “What a brilliant idea of mine! And I know exactly what I am going to blame everything on!”
Mrs B.O eyes him wearily.
“ Yes!” he cries, “ I am going to blame the whole bloody appalling mess on .......Stonehenge!”
Well let’s leave the B.O passing the buck on to an ancient stone monument, and anything else that does or doesn’t move.
In the meantime let’s try and keep the faith even though he’s still here.
Ohfacryingoutloud...
I can deliver it to you next week and have it installed in your shed BO. Then you can commune with your failure on a daily basis.
Oh druids save us with a large monolithic delivery to our BO ever.
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud...
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown
Be there 2 o'clock by the statue down Floyd road
He really is full on off with the pixies bonkers ain't he?
He’s still here wasting everybody’s time.
Ohfucryingoutloud
He’s still here.
Oh for crying out loud ..
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud...
LOL
(the site seems to have stopped me lolling or liking people's posts!! Have we been hacked by a humourless Belgian visionary?)
He should take that offer and go!
But he’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud
I tell you, war going to break out soon.
To The Head of Thames Water
Dear sir,
i own a football club and i am very good at it. i pay for all this stuff huh, but incredibly, not a single bastard tiny bloody ant round here appreciates how great i am. Stupid shitty ants! All they care about is ‘de kloob’, whatever that is. i’m just trying to build something amazing here for everyone! Like the odd hotel and maybe a few shops if any bastard would actually let me. But do they? No they bloody don’t!
so that’s it i want to go now. But it’s only fair i get something for all this trouble which is nothing to do with me. It’s not my fault i’m more cleverer than everyone else in SE8.
Now you have supplied us with a ton of water, so you have done all right out of me. Especially at the training farm.
so i think you should step up now and buy this shitty shit klobb off me.
i’ll take a cheque.
hurry up
bye
He’s still here..
ohfacryingoutloud..
The reason I'm sharing this with you miserable sinners are, I have decided to talk and ask for help to remove Mr Douchebag by connecting with a native American who is on the other side (not Millwall !)
I will have to believe and seek this spiritual route to resolve our problems and extricate Mr Shitweasel from Cafc.
I will keep my ear to the ground, smoke my peace pipe, and sleep in the wigwam or teepee. ( I have been feeling two tents recently)
I may be expelled from the humanist society BUT the future of my true love is more important.
Is anybody there...
Impressive performance from the team on Saturday.
But he’s still here.
ohsellupforcryingoutloud..
He remains amongst us.
Ohfafafafafafacryingoutloud...
He might have avoided a lot of apparent misconceptions by doing so.
If only we could vote on Roland
Anyway he’s still here.
Ohforvotingouthim.
WevoteRolandOUT!