A new century! Normally a time for celebration, but not in this case.
Although I'm a peaceful soul at heart, part of me wishes B.O. had been the one by the corner flag when Fosu saw red - in more ways than one, unfortunately.
"Counting the days till Roland Duchatelet leaves Charlton"
Days became weeks Weeks became months Months became years Years became decades. Decades became centuries. Centuries became millennium. Millennium became oh fuck he's still here.
I awoke from a dread dark dream Pearls of sweat stained the sheets Staring the gap of the patent blind The sun tore through the room Hastily i gathered newly woke senses Made first effort to move rested limbs Gingerly placed my toes to the floor Half lurched to the open doorway...
Day 1607 and 1608 It is another Saturday morning and the B.O is in sombre mood. He is being chauffeur driven in his 2CV to see his half brother in the Home where he currently resides. As he arrives at the grand stately building, he is greeted by staff at the door. “Is there any improvement in him?” asks the B.O immediately. “ No,” replies the doctor, leading him in to a room and shaking his head sadly. “ I am afraid he is still....... nice.” The B.O lets out a cry of anguish. Try as he might, he could never shake the feeling that having a nice half brother was somehow a terrible stain on the family name. It seemed to challenge everything he stood for. The doctor meanwhile consults some notes. “ Yes, I am afraid the staff report he has been thoroughly decent all week.” he says with a heavy sigh. “On Monday, he made everyone breakfast, and supplied all of us with fresh spring water. On Tuesday, he replaced the entire boiler system in the Home, so now it works a treat...” “Oh Good God!” exclaims the B.O, wringing his hands and stomping about in frustration. “ On Wednesday, we found him listening to other people’s opinions in the communal lounge.” continues the doctor. “Jesus wept!” cries the B.O. “ And on Thursday and Friday, he formed a political party that people were actually interested in, and then he donated a huge sum of money to another political group.” “ ROT?” whispers the B.O in hoarse alarm. “ No I swear it’s absolutely true!” replies the medic, indignantly. “Look, it’s here in his bloody notes!” “ I had no idea he had got so bad.” says the B.O with a weary shake of his head. “ Bad? He’s positively lovely! He bought my wife a bunch of flowers yesterday because I told him she was a bit upset she forgot to put out the bins for collection!” says the doctor. “ How is he health wise?” says the B.O. “ Any sign of vinegar in his urine?” “No, none.” replies the doctor. There is silence for a moment. “ Does...... he...ever mention....me?” says the B.O hesitantly. “ His Visionary half brother?” The doctor looks through the notes. “ Yes, he has.... briefly.” says the Doctor with a small nod. “ What did he say?” says the B.O. “ He said ‘ Can you tell the awful old wanker to fuck off.’” replies the doctor. Whereupon, the B.O yells a savage cry and grabs the doctor by the throat. Now, it is not easy having a nice half brother in any family, but let us leave the B.O being restrained by medical staff, and let’s hope he finds some meaning and salvation in his half brother’s words. He’s still here. Oh fuck...
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Normally a time for celebration, but not in this case.
Although I'm a peaceful soul at heart, part of me wishes B.O. had been the one by the corner flag when Fosu saw red - in more ways than one, unfortunately.
Oh, rot op B.O.
IS FLOGGING CHARLTON TODAY
HE WAS FLOGGNG IT YESTERDAY
ROLAND DOOTCH-A-LAY
Repeat twenty thousand time...
He’s still here, saving his pennies and blowing millions.
Oh fuck...
Days became weeks
Weeks became months
Months became years
Years became decades.
Decades became centuries.
Centuries became millennium.
Millennium became oh fuck he's still here.
Good old day 1603, it’s probably going to be yet another cracker in the Roly Land of Crap.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck....
( footnote - The Roly Land Of Crap is a bit like Kingdom of Leather but it’s where sofas come to die
He's still here.
Oh fuck..
Pearls of sweat stained the sheets
Staring the gap of the patent blind
The sun tore through the room
Hastily i gathered newly woke senses
Made first effort to move rested limbs
Gingerly placed my toes to the floor
Half lurched to the open doorway...
AND STILL THE BELGIAN CNUT WAS THERE!!!
(Soapy_Jones 2018)
And so it goes on. Fucking hell.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
It is another Saturday morning and the B.O is in sombre mood.
He is being chauffeur driven in his 2CV to see his half brother in the Home where he currently resides.
As he arrives at the grand stately building, he is greeted by staff at the door.
“Is there any improvement in him?” asks the B.O immediately.
“ No,” replies the doctor, leading him in to a room and shaking his head sadly. “ I am afraid he is still....... nice.”
The B.O lets out a cry of anguish. Try as he might, he could never shake the feeling that having a nice half brother was somehow a terrible stain on the family name. It seemed to challenge everything he stood for.
The doctor meanwhile consults some notes.
“ Yes, I am afraid the staff report he has been thoroughly decent all week.” he says with a heavy sigh. “On Monday, he made everyone breakfast, and supplied all of us with fresh spring water. On Tuesday, he replaced the entire boiler system in the Home, so now it works a treat...”
“Oh Good God!” exclaims the B.O, wringing his hands and stomping about in frustration.
“ On Wednesday, we found him listening to other people’s opinions in the communal lounge.” continues the doctor.
“Jesus wept!” cries the B.O.
“ And on Thursday and Friday, he formed a political party that people were actually interested in, and then he donated a huge sum of money to another political group.”
“ ROT?” whispers the B.O in hoarse alarm.
“ No I swear it’s absolutely true!” replies the medic, indignantly. “Look, it’s here in his bloody notes!”
“ I had no idea he had got so bad.” says the B.O with a weary shake of his head.
“ Bad? He’s positively lovely! He bought my wife a bunch of flowers yesterday because I told him she was a bit upset she forgot to put out the bins for collection!” says the doctor.
“ How is he health wise?” says the B.O. “ Any sign of vinegar in his urine?”
“No, none.” replies the doctor.
There is silence for a moment.
“ Does...... he...ever mention....me?” says the B.O hesitantly. “ His Visionary half brother?”
The doctor looks through the notes.
“ Yes, he has.... briefly.” says the Doctor with a small nod.
“ What did he say?” says the B.O.
“ He said ‘ Can you tell the awful old wanker to fuck off.’” replies the doctor.
Whereupon, the B.O yells a savage cry and grabs the doctor by the throat.
Now, it is not easy having a nice half brother in any family, but let us leave the B.O being restrained by medical staff, and let’s hope he finds some meaning and salvation in his half brother’s words.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
He’s still here.
Oh fuck..
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...
A "counting the days till Fawaz sells Charlton Athletic" thread...
He’s still here.
Oh post bin day fuck...
He’s still here
Oh fuck...
( pulls duvet over head and goes back to sleep)
And so it goes on.
He’s still here.
Oh regular daily fuck
He’s still here.
Oh boring no change fuck..
He’s still here.
Oh fuck fuck...
We’ve bin ( day) here before.
He’s still here.
Oh recycled fuck..