Park Life

Rubbish.

Bisen comish oder??

So, what to make of the latest new bidder, then? Lancastrian “businessman” Geoff Sheard is fronting an “American-backed” consortium., and what Sheard doesn’t know about protracted bids for Football League Championship clubs isn’t worth knowing. He has a wealth of experience from his go at Sheffield Wednesday. For all his wealth of knowledge, he didn’t have a wealth of, well, wealth. Which is why the Wednesday saga pretty much wrote the template for such things. Wednesday’s hunt for new investors had lasted over a year before Sheard emerged. Putative Birmingham City owner Carson Yeung, leisure millionaire Paul Gregg and any number of “mystery”, usually Russian or Swiss-backed, consortia were on their list. One Kenneth William Bates had previously -and misguidedly - been supported by the club’s supporters’ trust, Wednesdayite, in his brief battle to take over control from incumbent chairman Dave Allen. This, unsurprisingly, caused a residual resentment by Allen towards them, which hampered the investment hunt. Wednesday’s labyrinthine share structure was also block to significant new investment. Allen and two other directors held 30% of the club between them. And Wednesdayite held a pivotal 10% share. Wednesdayites’ shareholding was unsellable without trust members’ democratically-expressed approval and many potential investors felt that the work involved in garnering enough control to justify significant investment was simply too much. Sheard seemed happy enough to gain whatever control a 29.9% shareholding afforded him, even though he couldn’t offer to buy any more than that without having, by law, to offer to buy the remaining 70% too. This necessitated approaching Wednesdayite for their 10%. After four months of newspaper headlines varying none-too-wildly from the “takeover still on track” tack so favoured by Sulaiman Al-Fahim during his Portsmouth negotiations, Sheard made them an offer that over 90% of them couldn’t refuse. This overwhelming acceptance was subject to a number of conditions, including the all-too-often deal-breaking words “proof of funds.” They proved to be this deal’s breaker too. After some thorough investigative journalism from the Yorkshire Post’s Rob Waugh, stories appeared throughout September of Sheard’s financial problems, both personal and those of potential associates. Sheard reacted bitterly to these revelations: “This is ridiculous, I’m not buying Sheffield Wednesday”, he squealed to the Post, and you almost felt sorry for him until you remembered that he’d happily allowed that impression to be created, while freeloading in Wednesday’s directors’ box. But what was eventually “very clear” to Wednesday was that they had been hoodwinked almost from the word go. Sheard’s “proof of (initial) funding” back in January 2008 was a letter he’d purportedly received from Caribbean island Dominica’s “Private Capital Bank”, claiming that 100 million euros “in cleared funds with full valid provenance” was available in one of the bank’s accounts for the “acquisition of controlling shares in an English Football League club” . The bank had none of the above. It had a licence but had yet to start operating and the letter, unsigned, allegedly came from a ‘Richard Francis’ who quickly emerged as “Richard Francis Downes”, a once-convicted money-launderer who had used the bank’s name as a way into negotiations to buy Chester City in August 2007. Alles ist da... http://www.twohundredpercent.net/?p=1904

Portent? Lazy crow? The devil at large? Crow epidemic in Hamburg? Remake of the Omen? Parky hallucination? Parky feeds the birds, tuppence a bag? So many questions, so few answers..... He watches. He eats a sandwich. He lova da sandwich isn't it?

Portent? Lazy crow? The devil at large? Crow epidemic in Hamburg? Remake of the Omen? Parky hallucination? Parky feeds the birds, tuppence a bag? So many questions, so few answers..... He watches.

One good album.

Strangely I've noticed the best time to actually think calmly is the first half hour after waking. You're right, and the worst times are before tea/after work, and late at night. Aye I took a step back, I feel fine now, the owner of the company who in effect is everybody's boss gave me the bollocking, normally he would've given it to my divisional manager, but he's on holiday right now and I'm next in the firing line after him. I made a big error which on Wednesday looked like it had cost the company £12,000, but we've managed to turn it round, and only ended up costing £700. Wednesday was a bad day though, I was contemplating buying a kalashnikov and everything hehe nah. To be fair to him he actually spoke to me that night, and apologised for dealing with me harshly and said I was a big asset to the company as I had a lovely way of dealing with clients and had a nice personality, news to me like but it lifted me spirits. Am still keeping me options open though, maybe this week was what I needed to make me realise I need to avoid stagnating. There's a few of you on the dole at the minute, good luck to you, but remember the recession won't last forever and there'll be a huge boom the next time it comes up, but my uneducated guess is we're at least 12 months away from that point. There will be one more dip....probs April when the cash injection is burnt out.

A single crow was perched on the ledge outside my window.

I guess pint sized drinks is the key. Also anything that makes the Germans nervous is good (almost anything does though).

A well mixed whiskey sour is heaven, but if everyone is drinking beer I won't order one for myself....

I simply refuse to order girly drinks regardless of the number in the group...Not even Alsterwasser....ffs!!

Case closed. File put in safe.

I'm more White Russian but strictly after 12.00. Been through the Mojito phase....

Looks like a toiletries bag. Are they allowed by the way or do 'proper men' on holiday keep their soap and toothbrush in their jeans pockets too? You often walk around the shops with a toiletries bag like? No. It looks like a tolietries bag FULL STOP. NEW SENTENCE Are they allowed by the way or do 'proper men' on holiday keep their soap and toothbrush in their jeans pockets too? Clearer now? But he's just walking down a street in England, why would he need a toiletries bag? Blatantly carries his vibrator in it.

For instance some of the German blokes I know don't blush at ordering a mint tea at a bar in the evening (past 9.00pm an all). If I'm getting a round in I refuse to do it and just get them a beer.

Zardoz.

Fake mum milf with fake tits ftw.

Very much so. Pah! Just passing informed comment on the cusp of the zeitgeist.

Looks like a toiletries bag. Are they allowed by the way or do 'proper men' on holiday keep their soap and toothbrush in their jeans pockets too? You often walk around the shops with a toiletries bag like? No. It looks like a tolietries bag FULL STOP. NEW SENTENCE Are they allowed by the way or do 'proper men' on holiday keep their soap and toothbrush in their jeans pockets too? Clearer now? Why's the soap and toothbrush in my jeans pocket again? I've got a Ted baker toiletries bag. It came with my watch. Not sure why. Don't know why I bought the watch actually, I think they're a bit dickish too. I got the Ted Baker silver tin with aftershave and toiletries inside. Never opened it cause that would be dickish.

I shittu not.

Snakeskin belt btw. Karmicfail.

Looks like a toiletries bag. Are they allowed by the way or do 'proper men' on holiday keep their soap and toothbrush in their jeans pockets too? Proper men on holiday don't worry about such things, only where and when the next beer will be partaken.

We live in hope.