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I have come to bury King. I have had a look around at other exercises in analysis, including Martin ‘Engine-Room Subsidiary‘ Williams having a go in The Herald, but they fall short in capturing the Criminal Zeitgeist at Ibrox.
No less than a Chartered Financial Analyst stepped up this morning on our site with the following take:
King and his hired mouth-on-a-stick Slim Shady Traynor have been caught with skid marks on their grey Y-fronts after this forensic debagging by Benjamin. So much for a hard-fought favourable result with SDI. King paid Ashley off in full for six years of the seven years notice period, with the final year ticking down as I write.
There is also the curious case of James Blair recommending the purchase of Ashley’s shares to Club Tropicana at 27p a throw, which one could reasonably conclude was part and parcel of the severance deal.
Ashley has skewered King, turned him over in a rotisserie, and stuffed an apple in his mouth for good measure.
“You would like me to be a trustee in NOAL? How quintessentially white of you David. Do I get fries with that?”
As I wrote some time ago, James Blair attended the Takeover Appeal Board hearing where a price of 20p was established, but as he changed hats when checking in as secretary of Club Tropicana, he recommended the significantly higher price of 27p. I’m sure this salient detail was not lost on Blair as he reviewed King’s affidavit to the Court of Session. You cannot keep a good career criminal down.
One would like to think that the £12.5m owed in point 4 of Benjamin’s analysis has not been ringfenced by a Qatari factor? Perish the very thought.
I like nothing more than some semantic juggling as in point 6. Is King so slippery that he is the Limpopo All-Comers Champion of Jello Wrestling? Is he impossible to pin down, just like the roofs of three stands which require major refits? £800,000 might be a sufficient quantum for a bribe to secure a safety certificate but it won’t make any material difference to the precarious three roofs.
Which leads me to the final conclusion of this piece. It’s unequivocally evident that the concert party directors are all-in. They are tapped out. Their last concession was to postpone the due date on their koans.
The future of Rangers Lite is in Career Criminal King’s hands. What could possibly go wrong?
I have come to bury King. I have had a look around at other exercises in analysis, including Martin ‘Engine-Room Subsidiary‘ Williams having a go in The Herald, but they fall short in capturing the Criminal Zeitgeist at Ibrox.
No less than a Chartered Financial Analyst stepped up this morning on our site with the following take:
King and his hired mouth-on-a-stick Slim Shady Traynor have been caught with skid marks on their grey Y-fronts after this forensic debagging by Benjamin. So much for a hard-fought favourable result with SDI. King paid Ashley off in full for six years of the seven years notice period, with the final year ticking down as I write.
There is also the curious case of James Blair recommending the purchase of Ashley’s shares to Club Tropicana at 27p a throw, which one could reasonably conclude was part and parcel of the severance deal.
Ashley has skewered King, turned him over in a rotisserie, and stuffed an apple in his mouth for good measure.
“You would like me to be a trustee in NOAL? How quintessentially white of you David. Do I get fries with that?”
As I wrote some time ago, James Blair attended the Takeover Appeal Board hearing where a price of 20p was established, but as he changed hats when checking in as secretary of Club Tropicana, he recommended the significantly higher price of 27p. I’m sure this salient detail was not lost on Blair as he reviewed King’s affidavit to the Court of Session. You cannot keep a good career criminal down.
One would like to think that the £12.5m owed in point 4 of Benjamin’s analysis has not been ringfenced by a Qatari factor? Perish the very thought.
I like nothing more than some semantic juggling as in point 6. Is King so slippery that he is the Limpopo All-Comers Champion of Jello Wrestling? Is he impossible to pin down, just like the roofs of three stands which require major refits? £800,000 might be a sufficient quantum for a bribe to secure a safety certificate but it won’t make any material difference to the precarious three roofs.
Which leads me to the final conclusion of this piece. It’s unequivocally evident that the concert party directors are all-in. They are tapped out. Their last concession was to postpone the due date on their koans.
The future of Rangers Lite is in Career Criminal King’s hands. What could possibly go wrong?
