Day 1036 of his Presidency, John Fitzgerald Kennedy and first Lady Jackie paid a visit to Dallas, Texas on the November 22, 1963.
JFK was a president, who gave hope to the poor, Latinos and blacks, who lived life in the raw. White Americans who just wanted to share, A fairer system with decent welfare Care. It only took seconds to take his life. Blood and Brain remnants splattered over his wife. How the good folk grieved over JFK, The powerful people preferred LBJ. Brother Bobby and Martin Luther King, Also gave hope to which to cling. The Assassins Bullets are mightier than the Pen. It will always eliminate the many good Men.
Day 1037 and 1038 It's another delve into the world of multiverses this week as we investigate what's happening in the delta quadrant and good old multiverse 23967C.... The Best Owner Of A Nearly Empty Stadium Ever is in his space pod this morning and he is in jolly mood as he sips his coffee and plays with his little ameretto biscuit. The final protester has been rounded up and dispatched to Alpha Centauri by firework and the Target 20k group which has worked tirelessly in getting twenty thousand security personnel in the ground has finally achieved that goal. The stadium commandant Fred Balls is over the moon. Literally. Pleasingly the home support has finally come round to the right way of thinking about all the recent changes. Not only was the regime able to put their case eloquently on Porksport, but it also seems the twenty thousand security personnel closely watching the last remaining supporter for the entire game has persuaded him not to fly his Isle Of Grain junta flag any more. The Best Owner Of A Nearly Empty Stadium Ever leans back in his chair with a sigh...... He had been proved right. And they said he did not care about winning..... Now let us return to our own little universe with a gentle bump. He's still here. Oh fuck.....
We can only move out of dark; If good man with torch can show the way. If not darkness continue to cover the Valley. Peter Varney must be Ever ready to shine light.
Day 1044 and 1045. Today in his shed, as he nears his 198th birthday, The Best Owner Ever Of A Nearly Empty Stadium is doing something very important. He is staring at the clock on the wall. He has been staring at it continuously for the past two days as part of his grand experiment - can his great mind turn back time? Because he has realised he has made a dreadful mistake. And he wants to go back about 2 years 8 months to 5 minutes before he bought this awfully complicated lousy stinking football club. And who amongst us would begrudge an old man this simple birthday wish? So let us all pray that this great visionary is successful and that he can somehow achieve this miraculous time distortion. For everybody's sake. He's still here. Oh fuck.....
Day 1046. Taxi for Roland! He's still here. Oh fuck.....
"Taxi for Roland"
Haven't watched "Soccer am" in years wouldn't know if it's still on every sat morning but surely they will do a feature about this trip next airing next Saturday.
Day 1047. Well, Day 1046 was certainly a memorable one, the House Of Cards definitely seemed to wobble. But each day is a new dawn, and I look forward to seeing more of this new novel approach to football, whereby you compensate for having little entertainment on the pitch by running a pantomime alongside it in the boardroom. The head clown is still here, and he is ridiculous, but like most clowns he is not really very funny. Oh fuck....
Day 1048. Well, only another 149 days till we get a new Manager/Head Coach/Latest AlexFerguson/Interim Bloke* ( after they have found the latest one for now, of course) He's still here, but who knows why. Oh fuck.....
Day 1051 and 1052. It's another morning, and for The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever (contrary to reports) what else can there possibly be to do on a Saturday, apart from going out for a coffee on his birthday? But The Best Owner seems a little on edge today. "Your favourite table by the window, sir?" says the waiter, as they arrive at the familiar restaurant. " Er, no, no..have you got something right at the back, out the way?" says The Best Owner. The waiter nods and leads the Best Owner and his wife to a discreet table tucked away out of sight. They sit down. " Two coffees and an ameretto biscuit to share, please." says the Best Owner. He glances round anxiously. "Do you think anyone has spotted me?" he asks his wife in a whisper. She looks at him in disbelief. " You've got a great big cardboard box on your fucking head! " she cries. " So I'm ok? I'm safe, then?" says The Best Owner " No, you complete tosser! You've still got your duck taped slippers on!" She cries." Of course everyone knows it's you! Who else could it be you prize berk!" The Best Owner sits there for a moment. "Oh." he says. " Well, what should I do? Sack someone?" "NO!!! Just take that stupid cardboard box off your head, sit there quietly, and just wait for your coffee like any NORMAL person would. For Christ sake. " replies his wife, wearily. The Best Owner removes the box and looks round suspiciously. His wife gives a cry of desperation. " For fuck's sake! Stop looking at everyone like that! It wasn't anyone in here!" she cries. The Best Owner fidgets uncomfortably in his seat. " Well, someone did." He mutters. " Oh, what's the matter with you! Ok, so someone sends you a gigantic plastic black ant in the post! So bleeding what! Look. You've got half a billion euros. Why are you bothering about this stupid little club if it irritates and upsets you SO much! You run it like the Muppet Show and you get all arsey when they all bloody hate you! Well, what did you expect? And then you tell them you don't care anyway because you are much too IMPORT-ANT!" The Best Owner looks aghast. " You just said 'ant'......." he cries feverishly. His wife shakes her head. " Not this again...." She gets up. "Where are you going?" says the Best Owner. " our amaretto biscuit is just coming darling, look!" " Oh just fuck off! And stick that sodding little biscuit up your arse!" she says and she leaves. Let's leave The Best Owner ( contrary to reports and all the evidence) Of A Football Club Ever contemplating his wife's wise words, and let's hope he follows at least one of those bits of advice. He's still here. Oh fuck.....
Paris is pleasant at this time of year. As the @3blokes styled Best Owner of a Football Club ever relaxes after a day dealing with a semi-conductor business acquisition that he prizes more than his prized Most Annoying Club that only takes up 1.5% of his businesses but somehow ruined his birthday his mind slips back to his birthday lunch with his family.
It was going well, he was in his favourite seat in his restaurant, he was with his wife and son....and there were ants singing him happy birthday.
It took a few moments and a priceless double take before he picked up his phone and asked Daisy to fire that guy Slide. Never liked him.
The ants were too well behaved for his liking and soon disappeared from view without providing any angle of attack. They seem to be learning. The Best Owner noted this as a matter for concern.
He went home to find the ants had somehow written leaflets suggested he had failed. This did not improve The Best Owners mood and Daisy was instructed to get rid of Slide immediately.
Nearly his actual birthday though. Thank goodness.
Then another group of ants turned up with 'taxi for The Best Owner' and a range of activities that made national and international headlines on his birthday.
Happy Birthday indeed.
The Best Owner ever of a football club pondered on this while he was in Paris, and decided he knew what would make it all better.
He ordered a little amaretto biscuit and charged it on expenses.
The ants may be back but that's for another day he thought. I'm a success.
Day 1058 and 1059. The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever ( contrary to reports) has gone missing. He's not in his little shed. His coffee and amaretto biscuit lay untouched. Last seen in Paris with a young man, there is now real concern that he may reappear. Police have appealed for calm. " We would urge the public not to be too vigilant, and not to approach anyone who looks like him, in case it is him and we have to say we have found him again." They also warned members of the public to avoid buying party hats and buffet food. "It's just too soon to celebrate." said one detective. Police have, meanwhile, scotched rumours of a sighting near the Valley. " That's just ludicrous." said a spokesman. " We didn't even bother looking there." Well, let's hope there is a happy outcome, and the Best Owner turns up today at the restaurant club he really really loves. He's still here. Oh fuck....
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today Is R Souls day.
Have a stinker Roland.
He's still here.
Oh fuck......
He's still here, the tinker.
OH FUCK.....
JFK was a president, who gave hope to the poor,
Latinos and blacks, who lived life in the raw.
White Americans who just wanted to share,
A fairer system with decent welfare Care.
It only took seconds to take his life.
Blood and Brain remnants splattered over his wife.
How the good folk grieved over JFK,
The powerful people preferred LBJ.
Brother Bobby and Martin Luther King,
Also gave hope to which to cling.
The Assassins Bullets are mightier than the Pen.
It will always eliminate the many good Men.
Is he still the owner?
You know the rest.
It's another delve into the world of multiverses this week as we investigate what's happening in the delta quadrant and good old multiverse 23967C....
The Best Owner Of A Nearly Empty Stadium Ever is in his space pod this morning and he is in jolly mood as he sips his coffee and plays with his little ameretto biscuit.
The final protester has been rounded up and dispatched to Alpha Centauri by firework and the Target 20k group which has worked tirelessly in getting twenty thousand security personnel in the ground has finally achieved that goal. The stadium commandant Fred Balls is over the moon.
Literally.
Pleasingly the home support has finally come round to the right way of thinking about all the recent changes.
Not only was the regime able to put their case eloquently on Porksport, but it also seems the twenty thousand security personnel closely watching the last remaining supporter for the entire game has persuaded him not to fly his Isle Of Grain junta flag any more.
The Best Owner Of A Nearly Empty Stadium Ever leans back in his chair with a sigh......
He had been proved right.
And they said he did not care about winning.....
Now let us return to our own little universe with a gentle bump.
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
He's still here.
Oh fuck......
sweet and sour
Yin and yang
Roland and Varney ?
We can only move out of dark;
If good man with torch can show the way.
If not darkness continue to cover the Valley.
Peter Varney must be Ever ready to shine light.
He's still here.
Oh fuck......
Ffs.
Trump on his way to the White House, and it's pissing down outside.
And he's still here.
OH FUCK..
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
He's still here.
OH FUCK ...
Today in his shed, as he nears his 198th birthday, The Best Owner Ever Of A Nearly Empty Stadium is doing something very important.
He is staring at the clock on the wall. He has been staring at it continuously for the past two days as part of his grand experiment - can his great mind turn back time?
Because he has realised he has made a dreadful mistake. And he wants to go back about 2 years 8 months to 5 minutes before he bought this awfully complicated lousy stinking football club.
And who amongst us would begrudge an old man this simple birthday wish?
So let us all pray that this great visionary is successful and that he can somehow achieve this miraculous time distortion.
For everybody's sake.
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
Taxi for Roland!
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
Haven't watched "Soccer am" in years wouldn't know if it's still on every sat morning but surely they will do a feature about this trip next airing next Saturday.
Well, Day 1046 was certainly a memorable one, the House Of Cards definitely seemed to wobble.
But each day is a new dawn, and I look forward to seeing more of this new novel approach to football, whereby you compensate for having little entertainment on the pitch by running a pantomime alongside it in the boardroom.
The head clown is still here, and he is ridiculous, but like most clowns he is not really very funny.
Oh fuck....
Well, only another 149 days till we get a new Manager/Head Coach/Latest AlexFerguson/Interim Bloke* ( after they have found the latest one for now, of course)
He's still here, but who knows why.
Oh fuck.....
* cross out as applicable
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
It's another morning, and for The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever (contrary to reports) what else can there possibly be to do on a Saturday, apart from going out for a coffee on his birthday?
But The Best Owner seems a little on edge today.
"Your favourite table by the window, sir?" says the waiter, as they arrive at the familiar restaurant.
" Er, no, no..have you got something right at the back, out the way?" says The Best Owner.
The waiter nods and leads the Best Owner and his wife to a discreet table tucked away out of sight.
They sit down.
" Two coffees and an ameretto biscuit to share, please." says the Best Owner.
He glances round anxiously.
"Do you think anyone has spotted me?" he asks his wife in a whisper.
She looks at him in disbelief.
" You've got a great big cardboard box on your fucking head! " she cries.
" So I'm ok? I'm safe, then?" says The Best Owner
" No, you complete tosser! You've still got your duck taped slippers on!" She cries." Of course everyone knows it's you! Who else could it be you prize berk!"
The Best Owner sits there for a moment.
"Oh." he says. " Well, what should I do? Sack someone?"
"NO!!! Just take that stupid cardboard box off your head, sit there quietly, and just wait for your coffee like any NORMAL person would. For Christ sake. " replies his wife, wearily.
The Best Owner removes the box and looks round suspiciously.
His wife gives a cry of desperation.
" For fuck's sake! Stop looking at everyone like that! It wasn't anyone in here!" she cries.
The Best Owner fidgets uncomfortably in his seat.
" Well, someone did." He mutters.
" Oh, what's the matter with you! Ok, so someone sends you a gigantic plastic black ant in the post! So bleeding what! Look. You've got half a billion euros. Why are you bothering about this stupid little club if it irritates and upsets you SO much! You run it like the Muppet Show and you get all arsey when they all bloody hate you! Well, what did you expect? And then you tell them you don't care anyway because you are much too IMPORT-ANT!"
The Best Owner looks aghast.
" You just said 'ant'......." he cries feverishly.
His wife shakes her head.
" Not this again...."
She gets up.
"Where are you going?" says the Best Owner. " our amaretto biscuit is just coming darling, look!"
" Oh just fuck off! And stick that sodding little biscuit up your arse!" she says and she leaves.
Let's leave The Best Owner ( contrary to reports and all the evidence) Of A Football Club Ever contemplating his wife's wise words, and let's hope he follows at least one of those bits of advice.
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
He hasn't blown off. ( school boy snigger)
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
Good result.
But he's still here.
Oh fuck...
Never mind we have the Millwall antidote pill to swallow, that'll put us back in the mood!
Paris is pleasant at this time of year. As the @3blokes styled Best Owner of a Football Club ever relaxes after a day dealing with a semi-conductor business acquisition that he prizes more than his prized Most Annoying Club that only takes up 1.5% of his businesses but somehow ruined his birthday his mind slips back to his birthday lunch with his family.
It was going well, he was in his favourite seat in his restaurant, he was with his wife and son....and there were ants singing him happy birthday.
It took a few moments and a priceless double take before he picked up his phone and asked Daisy to fire that guy Slide. Never liked him.
The ants were too well behaved for his liking and soon disappeared from view without providing any angle of attack. They seem to be learning. The Best Owner noted this as a matter for concern.
He went home to find the ants had somehow written leaflets suggested he had failed. This did not improve The Best Owners mood and Daisy was instructed to get rid of Slide immediately.
Nearly his actual birthday though. Thank goodness.
Then another group of ants turned up with 'taxi for The Best Owner' and a range of activities that made national and international headlines on his birthday.
Happy Birthday indeed.
The Best Owner ever of a football club pondered on this while he was in Paris, and decided he knew what would make it all better.
He ordered a little amaretto biscuit and charged it on expenses.
The ants may be back but that's for another day he thought. I'm a success.
He's still here.
Oh fuck...
Black Friday. Maybe he's going to knock a few £ off and sell it at a discount....
Cue the pink plastic pigs.
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever ( contrary to reports) has gone missing.
He's not in his little shed. His coffee and amaretto biscuit lay untouched.
Last seen in Paris with a young man, there is now real concern that he may reappear.
Police have appealed for calm.
" We would urge the public not to be too vigilant, and not to approach anyone who looks like him, in case it is him and we have to say we have found him again."
They also warned members of the public to avoid buying party hats and buffet food.
"It's just too soon to celebrate." said one detective.
Police have, meanwhile, scotched rumours of a sighting near the Valley.
" That's just ludicrous." said a spokesman. " We didn't even bother looking there."
Well, let's hope there is a happy outcome, and the Best Owner turns up today at the
restaurantclub he really really loves.He's still here.
Oh fuck....