Counting the Days 'Til Roland Duchatelet Sells Charlton Athletic

The impasse is nearly over
The end is in sight
Roland was spotted at Dover
The old Walloon is full of spite
3blokes has been counting the days
Till Duchatelet takes flight
Let this be the end of a terrible malaise
In Charlton's recent history
Given a fair wind with a bit of luck
Douchebag involvement was a mystery
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

To buy or goodbye, that is the question.

@3blokes , I do hope you have up your sleeve a celebratory edition for when he finally f***s off - featuring all the B.O. favourites, shed, black & white ants, fandango, coffee & biscuit, ...!!

Hopefully not much longer, but not holding my breath.

The question is... how do you shake off the un-dead?

Imminently counting down the days until charlton release a statement regarding the imminent takeover

Fuck me you still at it?

The team have started winning
The fans have started singing
The wicked witch is in the championship
The soft lad's voice just ain't hip
We now have JJ and Bow
Why can't the old fucker
Just go go go.

3blokes said:

Day 1452.
He’s still here.
Oh bin fuck...

Sorry to disappoint but you forgot the Bank Holiday, bin day is tomorrow

3blokes said:

HarryLime said:

3blokes said:

Day 1452.
He’s still here.
Oh bin fuck...

Sorry to disappoint but you forgot the Bank Holiday, bin day is tomorrow

That’s exactly what I said to the wife this morning, as we lay in bed listening to the bin lorry turn up.
Cue me frantically scrambling to put some clothes on to get outside and put those bins out!
It’s all really terribly exciting in our household, what WILL happen next?

Rock'n'Roll

It’s the evening before bin day in St Truiden.
The Best Owner is coming home, pushing his shopping trolley, full of treasures that he found on the streets of Limburg. A buckled bike wheel, half a house brick, some oily rags and the like, but most precious today, the sole of an old discarded plimsoll.
As he goes up the path, to his house, he is confronted by an old fridge. He looks at it and then shouts “Wife of mine! Come quickly! One of those vinegar pissers is trying to steel our refrigerator”
Wearily she goes out to speak to him, “Nobody is trying to steel it” she says “I got the nice men who delivered our new American four door, ice making and crushing fridge, to stick it out here for the council to collect tomorrow” she continues “the bloody thing is over twenty years old and hasn’t worked at all for months, probably years now”
“But, but” blusters the Best Owner “I have proved that the need for a refrigerator is folly”
“Here, look at this, these are my calculations” he goes on, and hands her a scrap of crumpled paper.
She looks at it and replies “That is just a childlike doodle of a cock.”
“Nonsense, I’m a visionary, when my soup is too hot for me I blow on it, so as to cool it, by extension as my calculations prove, I am able to keep things frozen by blowing on them, look it’s all here in my formula” he answers, whilst pointing to his little piece of paper.
She sighs and answers “don’t you remember last week when you spent 3 days blowing on those fish fingers, they rotted didn’t they, stank the whole house out”
The Best Owner says nothing for a while, pondering.
At length he says “How much are the council giving us for the refrigerator?”
“Nothing” she answers “I’ve paid them a tenner to take it away, they won’t take bulky items in the normal collection”
“TEN EUROS!” The Best Owner is now red with anger “Ten Euros for my property! I am giving someone ten Euros and my own property in one swoop, no, no, no, this will not happen” he starts scribbling on another scrap of paper and muttering.
Finally he says “Right they can have it for 45million, I’ve added together the cost of the old fridge, the new one, the cost of electricity for running it for the last twenty years, the rental of the space it occupied during that time and the cost of a box of fish fingers, it works out to 45million, here look at my arithmetic” and tries to hand over his scrap of paper.
“It’s going to be another doodle of a cock isn’t it” she says.
“Wife of mine, you must ring up the council immediately, to inform them of the price they must pay 45million for my refrigerator” he orders her “do it now!”
She sighs again “Okay” and starts tapping out the numbers.
Whilst waiting to be connected she says to the Best Owner “Do you remember when we first got the fridge and you wanted to go inside it to see if the light went off when it was closed?” she continues “How about going inside it now to see if when unplugged, that some form of latent energy keeps the light on”
The Best Owner now perks up “ah yes science, I’m a visionary, I’m about to discover a new form of power” and hops into the fridge and closes the door. The wife then pushes a piece of timber up against the door so it can’t be opened at the same time her call is finally connected “hello, is that the council, is there any chance someone can come round tonight and take the old fridge away, it’s really getting on my nerves out here, I’ll pay extra”
Muffled sounds are heard coming from inside the old fridge, and wife goes inside to get some ice from the new one and pour a nice G&T.
Bin days should always be looked forward to.