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I dont know where to turn next , 2 pieces of news , sept 22nd ,its all over now baby BLUE , or the fact that one of the Pussy Cat Dolls is actually
40
whats the world coming to ???
where will it end
Ricky
indeed Colin ,looks like a rocky week or 2 for the big BLUE
STILL we have flat cap to steer us in the right direction
Ricly
I crept downstairs in the
middle of the night
and altered my post
Fear
When greed outweighs fear
the stairs creep down
in the middle of the night
and the whole world changes.line up the central banks
and provide them a very large mirrorA boot click on every corner
we are heading for an era of
strict regulation.Betfair has 1.2 million customers
few are affected
but will the mirror crack ?( I have crept downstairs
to make a small amendment
at the start of a nervous week)
03.22 amAs for steering people in any direction
I don’t think I could do that Mr Ricly.
I am a tuppenny bit reporter
who just sees things differently.I will report any matters
that may be usefulTodays news…
.. Late this evening
a man fitting the description of
one Troy Mcclure was found
washed up on the popular beach resort
of Cape Cod.
Betfair police were the first to find him.
In his left back pocket was an IOU
for just over a million squid
and in the right
a large fish with a strange expression
that seemed to suggest it had
exited his life
in an unnatural way.
A fish scientist later confirmed the fish
had died from too much general petting.Col. Archaeus Tory
holidaying in the vicinity
took R&R time off to identify the body.
He was led away screaming
" this is a business decision ".the illegitimate son of betfair
has regained his ability to post.
Halleluja, but in the post
he received a box of eggs
and a large moustache.…he intends to tread very carefully
Colin good morning to you.
I have just woken
and was in the process
of removing the post
when I saw your words.
I will now leave it
and await my fate.
Had you written a minute later
it would have been gone…Before retiring to bed
I measured my neck
in the small bathroom mirror.
It was a mere two and a half inches
about the width of a tin of krone
and a full five inches slimmer
than that of the dead slave Sparticus.Maybe it was for that reason
that when I awoke
I crept down the stairs
with a feeling for
tight lipped preservation.These are sensitive times
and I will hold my tongue
and rather let nature
simply take its course.
I intend to think long and hard
before retiring
to the little backwater
the edge of reezan
where I keep my chickensWill someone please give me the last rites
dream
I had a nightmare last night
that woke me up swearing
in the earlies.
I dreamt that three monkeys
were sitting around a table
actually deciding the future
of the whole western world.
Vague and hard to decipher
exactly what they were saying
although I did make out one saying
to the other two
this is not a bad deal
A woman poopped her head in
and asked what they might want to eat
and again it was hard to make out
but pretty sure one of them ordered Pollocks.As for Mr Adrian Black
who founded the Betair exchange
modelling it on the New York
Stock Exchange.
I have always trusted him
in the past, and still trust him.
He has made his
backseat position very clear
and I respect his decision.
He owes us nothing.I still remain tight lipped
on the premium charge
or more importantly the story behind
why and how it happened.
I have several speculative theories
that have developed through my searching mindwork.I had the pleasure to write
a long historical record
of Betfair’s first two years.As for the inbetweenies
the years from then to now
fear grips me as I see
a mountain of eggshells
and me at the bottom
fighting an awkard army
of expectant mens.A young jeaned up american woman
( she was on her mobile)
this morning
grabbed the last reduced leg of lamb
from under my inspecting nose
and shouted down the phone
dude I’ve got one.
Just like the central bankers
they had all the cake in sight
but couldn’t stop the smaller
testosterone filled banks from stuffing their cheeks
I tell you my morality is changin
in this dog eat dog world…
Despite the bitch in Tescos
I would put the aptly named
Nicola Horlick and
all the changing hems
in charge of everything.
making sure of course
she was actually Nicola
and that she and they
removed every trace of
their whys and fronts.McClure was buried quietly in cyberspace
strange it was a murky day
with a persistent rain.
The same sort of muddy weather when
they buried Amadeus Mozart.
Two talented lives
both played the keys.Classic post Gamble
A small bird perched on my hedge this morning and told me that Blue whale Betfair , whose very soul is buried in deep water due to years of fantastic success could be in trouble as Deep Purple are beavering away at getting bots to work , this is imminent , pressing and urgent
its going to be all out war
When the Big blue finally surfaces for air , will it be too late to exchange any real blows with the enemy ??
Ricky
Mozart had a good innings,
The Boy McClure would have seen his sixes clear the ropes while the bowler was taking his run up for the rest of us,
The public got their first glimpse of his opera The Magic Flute when it was premiered on 30th September,
It proved to be the last thing he did.The Pied Piper promised to lure the rats to the big blue river with a magic flute of his own,
Sadly he lured all the town’s children along to50% of the posts are from Gamble so its inevitable.
Tax free earnings and still there’s plenty to moan about..
Hey David , enjoy the surreal experience , it makes a change from the squabbling hordes and soon to be heard jumping nuts having orgasmic experiences
it does your head good
Ricky
ps do you think Glen was a monk in a past life , his last post was a real revalation
‘Facing the Thames in a quiet back street of Hammersmith in west London, the Betfair office is akin to the chateaux where generals planned great assaults and changed the course of European wars. It is relaxed, with more than a hint of media company or dot-com to the brightly coloured walls, but take a peek into the control room through the reception window, or walk through the office past troops of casually dressed workers, and there is a hum of activity, the activity that leads to change.’
That hum of activity is silent in the late hours however due to several reported sightings of a small man seen stalking the black corridors of the building late at night wielding a very large sword. The often terrified persons who have had the displeasure to sight him report he is dressed soley and curiously in dark blue vest and black socks.
On the vest are scrawled the words I have your soul.One of the directors of the company who was last to lock up reportedly heard the public addres system bursting into song and emittng a mysterious message. He had the presence of mind to scribble it down
.. In the year 3535
aint gonna need to tell the truth,
tell no lie
everytrhing you think do and say
is programmed in the bot
that **** **** ** **** crackle crackleBetfair matches more outcomes per minute
than all cumulative stock markets in the western world.I find it hard to even light a match
Betfair has no debts and at last count
200 million in the coffersI am feeling the pinch
and scratched around this evening to buy
half price crone and two for one pizza.
The nearest I got to winning the lottery
was buying a six pack of eggs
with three double yolkersI am no champion to take Betfair on,
we are star cross matched lovers
and best execution is unlikely.
Direct confrontation should be a last resort
and I favour the subtle approach of
throwing up a torrent of words coupled with blue jokes
and kindness.
I am their illegitimate son
and have a billion and a half aspirations for the company.Jim Cremin in the post defended their new margin enhancements
but wondered at the boy racer philosophy
of hari kari traders spilling their own lifeblood liquidity
aka Terry Griffiths shaving off his sampson to audition for Kojak.There is still the spirit of openess
with blue chat.
No bookmaker provides thisBetfair do operate their licence as a bookmaker
but in a punter friendly environment of minimal overounds
They have a bet matching service which has
brought accolades and won awards.
Margins are tight and it needs to gear itself to more profit.Have you got a light boy ?
It was the annual who is the slimiest Clare awards and the usual walkover was taking a massive walk in the market
The reigning champ from No Morals quivered as the contender entered the ring
Hi, I’m Tony Clare, like Tony Blair just that little notch higher and I’ve come to take what’s rightfully mine from – the ‘Slimey’ Clare moniker. What has this guy ever done? Made up a few fairy tales about bets struck, flushed the odd sleeper down the shanks……he’s an amateur.
There’s only one pantomime villain worth his salt on this stage and that’s me. Got my money in a recently departed Investment Bank and parlayed it up into Big Blue. Looking to repeat the trick of coming up with nice complex equations that nobody realises spell DOOM because nobody understands them. I don’t cause these accidents, I just see them in my rear view mirror. Taxes are great as long as someone else is paying them. I could go on about the Chief incidents, the cross-matching bot put aways, the commission hikes but I can see the Barking Bandit is already out for the count……..
indeed Colin ,
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