Doug King Takeover (32 Viewers)

twistandshout

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Is he? Where's that been said?

Ex-Coventry City director and Premier League chairman Gary Hoffman has been lined up to join the Coventry Building Society Arena operating company board.

BBC CWR understands the appointment could be confirmed in the next few weeks - when Hoffman returns from watching the men's World Cup in Qatar.
 

Esoterica

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Was there a stipulation to shit directly in to the canal? If not, then it would be far easier to lay a log in the comfort of your own home (or someone else's, for a laugh), transport it incognito, and roll it in off the towpath.

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14 years ago, about a year after I'd first moved to Czech Republic, I took my new Czech girlfriend back to the UK and, while we there, we went to visit to visit my Grandparents. My Gran was very prim and proper, everything in the correct place, not a spec of dust to be seen anywhere. The kind of proud old lady who would insist that after 80 years on the earth, she'd never ever farted.

After the lunch, we were sitting having tea in the living room and my girlfriend asked where the bathroom was. Having been given directions, she disappeared upstairs for an uncomfortably long absence. After a good 20 minutes she eventually rejoined us, red faced, with everyone sitting there quietly, just the awkward chinking of china teacups and saucers breaking the uncomfortable silence.

When we finally left and were walking off to the bus stop, hand in hand and relieved it was all over, my first question was 'Is everything ok sweetie?' i.e. what the hell was happening up there?!! This made her go red and look awkward again but she insisted she was fine, even though I could see that wasn't true. I pressed her a bit more for what was up with her (in the meantime I suspect my Gran had run straight upstairs to check her jewellery was all still there) and she confessed that she'd done such a big shit that it was unflushable, so she was up there for so long because she'd been giving it multiple flushes to try and get it round the U-bend. Fair enough I thought, as that was a pretty nightmare-ish scenario and we didn't talk about it any further.

On the bus home though, a couple of minutes into the journey, I started noticing I could smell shit. With not many people on the bus, I asked my girlfriend if she could smell it too. For the 3rd time that afternoon she went red again (or should I say, looked flushed!) and this time she confessed that despite the numerous flushes she hadn't managed to get rid of the shit. She'd not felt able to use the bog brush to break it up as it looked brand new and didn't want to get it dirty, so eventually panicked, rolled up her sleeve and fished it out the toilet with her hand. Then she'd wrapped it up in toilet paper and discreetly dropped it into her coat pocket on the way back to the living room.

At this point I felt like I had a hundred questions to ask but my first one was 'Why the hell didn't you throw it in the bin at the bus stop we just spent 10 minutes standing at?! And her answer was that she wanted to, but thought it would be disgusting to throw a human shit in a public rubbish bin, so she was taking it home so she could break it up and flush it properly at my parents place....
 

Nick

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14 years ago, about a year after I'd first moved to Czech Republic, I took my new Czech girlfriend back to the UK and, while we there, we went to visit to visit my Grandparents. My Gran was very prim and proper, everything in the correct place, not a spec of dust to be seen anywhere. The kind of proud old lady who would insist that after 80 years on the earth, she'd never ever farted.

After the lunch, we were sitting having tea in the living room and my girlfriend asked where the bathroom was. Having been given directions, she disappeared upstairs for an uncomfortably long absence. After a good 20 minutes she eventually rejoined us, red faced, with everyone sitting there quietly, just the awkward chinking of china teacups and saucers breaking the uncomfortable silence.

When we finally left and were walking off to the bus stop, hand in hand and relieved it was all over, my first question was 'Is everything ok sweetie?' i.e. what the hell was happening up there?!! This made her go red and look awkward again but she insisted she was fine, even though I could see that wasn't true. I pressed her a bit more for what was up with her (in the meantime I suspect my Gran had run straight upstairs to check her jewellery was all still there) and she confessed that she'd done such a big shit that it was unflushable, so she was up there for so long because she'd been giving it multiple flushes to try and get it round the U-bend. Fair enough I thought, as that was a pretty nightmare-ish scenario and we didn't talk about it any further.

On the bus home though, a couple of minutes into the journey, I started noticing I could smell shit. With not many people on the bus, I asked my girlfriend if she could smell it too. For the 3rd time that afternoon she went red again (or should I say, looked flushed!) and this time she confessed that despite the numerous flushes she hadn't managed to get rid of the shit. She'd not felt able to use the bog brush to break it up as it looked brand new and didn't want to get it dirty, so eventually panicked, rolled up her sleeve and fished it out the toilet with her hand. Then she'd wrapped it up in toilet paper and discreetly dropped it into her coat pocket on the way back to the living room.

At this point I felt like I had a hundred questions to ask but my first one was 'Why the hell didn't you throw it in the bin at the bus stop we just spent 10 minutes standing at?! And her answer was that she wanted to, but thought it would be disgusting to throw a human shit in a public rubbish bin, so she was taking it home so she could break it up and flush it properly at my parents place....

Are you now married?
 

Sky Blue Pete

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14 years ago, about a year after I'd first moved to Czech Republic, I took my new Czech girlfriend back to the UK and, while we there, we went to visit to visit my Grandparents. My Gran was very prim and proper, everything in the correct place, not a spec of dust to be seen anywhere. The kind of proud old lady who would insist that after 80 years on the earth, she'd never ever farted.

After the lunch, we were sitting having tea in the living room and my girlfriend asked where the bathroom was. Having been given directions, she disappeared upstairs for an uncomfortably long absence. After a good 20 minutes she eventually rejoined us, red faced, with everyone sitting there quietly, just the awkward chinking of china teacups and saucers breaking the uncomfortable silence.

When we finally left and were walking off to the bus stop, hand in hand and relieved it was all over, my first question was 'Is everything ok sweetie?' i.e. what the hell was happening up there?!! This made her go red and look awkward again but she insisted she was fine, even though I could see that wasn't true. I pressed her a bit more for what was up with her (in the meantime I suspect my Gran had run straight upstairs to check her jewellery was all still there) and she confessed that she'd done such a big shit that it was unflushable, so she was up there for so long because she'd been giving it multiple flushes to try and get it round the U-bend. Fair enough I thought, as that was a pretty nightmare-ish scenario and we didn't talk about it any further.

On the bus home though, a couple of minutes into the journey, I started noticing I could smell shit. With not many people on the bus, I asked my girlfriend if she could smell it too. For the 3rd time that afternoon she went red again (or should I say, looked flushed!) and this time she confessed that despite the numerous flushes she hadn't managed to get rid of the shit. She'd not felt able to use the bog brush to break it up as it looked brand new and didn't want to get it dirty, so eventually panicked, rolled up her sleeve and fished it out the toilet with her hand. Then she'd wrapped it up in toilet paper and discreetly dropped it into her coat pocket on the way back to the living room.

At this point I felt like I had a hundred questions to ask but my first one was 'Why the hell didn't you throw it in the bin at the bus stop we just spent 10 minutes standing at?! And her answer was that she wanted to, but thought it would be disgusting to throw a human shit in a public rubbish bin, so she was taking it home so she could break it up and flush it properly at my parents place....
Please god tell me this is true
 

better days

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Hoffman on Ashley’s board for CBS
The whole business is pretty murky
I posted elsewhere a while back that I'd been told by someone with contacts throughout football that DK was Mike Asley's frontman
Time will tell but DK has come out of left field and seems to have had little interest in football ownership until now
It may be that Ashley has clauses in his contract to sell NUFC that prohibit him from owning a competitor for a specified period
 

Legia Sky Blue

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The whole business is pretty murky
I posted elsewhere a while back that I'd been told by someone with contacts throughout football that DK was Mike Asley's frontman
Time will tell but DK has come out of left field and seems to have had little interest in football ownership until now
It may be that Ashley has clauses in his contract to sell NUFC that prohibit him from owning a competitor for a specified period

Why was he openly trying to buy Derby then?
 

better days

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Why was he openly trying to buy Derby then?
Again discussed earlier
Derby were going to be a L1 club
Any covenants may prohibit ownership of PL and Championship competitors
It's an educated guess as I have experience of non-compete clauses in other businesses but none of us know the terms of the deal between Ashley and the Saudis for NUFC
 

itsabuzzard

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14 years ago, about a year after I'd first moved to Czech Republic, I took my new Czech girlfriend back to the UK and, while we there, we went to visit to visit my Grandparents. My Gran was very prim and proper, everything in the correct place, not a spec of dust to be seen anywhere. The kind of proud old lady who would insist that after 80 years on the earth, she'd never ever farted.

After the lunch, we were sitting having tea in the living room and my girlfriend asked where the bathroom was. Having been given directions, she disappeared upstairs for an uncomfortably long absence. After a good 20 minutes she eventually rejoined us, red faced, with everyone sitting there quietly, just the awkward chinking of china teacups and saucers breaking the uncomfortable silence.

When we finally left and were walking off to the bus stop, hand in hand and relieved it was all over, my first question was 'Is everything ok sweetie?' i.e. what the hell was happening up there?!! This made her go red and look awkward again but she insisted she was fine, even though I could see that wasn't true. I pressed her a bit more for what was up with her (in the meantime I suspect my Gran had run straight upstairs to check her jewellery was all still there) and she confessed that she'd done such a big shit that it was unflushable, so she was up there for so long because she'd been giving it multiple flushes to try and get it round the U-bend. Fair enough I thought, as that was a pretty nightmare-ish scenario and we didn't talk about it any further.

On the bus home though, a couple of minutes into the journey, I started noticing I could smell shit. With not many people on the bus, I asked my girlfriend if she could smell it too. For the 3rd time that afternoon she went red again (or should I say, looked flushed!) and this time she confessed that despite the numerous flushes she hadn't managed to get rid of the shit. She'd not felt able to use the bog brush to break it up as it looked brand new and didn't want to get it dirty, so eventually panicked, rolled up her sleeve and fished it out the toilet with her hand. Then she'd wrapped it up in toilet paper and discreetly dropped it into her coat pocket on the way back to the living room.

At this point I felt like I had a hundred questions to ask but my first one was 'Why the hell didn't you throw it in the bin at the bus stop we just spent 10 minutes standing at?! And her answer was that she wanted to, but thought it would be disgusting to throw a human shit in a public rubbish bin, so she was taking it home so she could break it up and flush it properly at my parents place....
Excellent hand warmer on a cold day.

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Legia Sky Blue

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Again discussed earlier
Derby were going to be a L1 club
Any covenants may prohibit ownership of PL and Championship competitors
It's an educated guess as I have experience of non-compete clauses in other businesses but none of us know the terms of the deal between Ashley and the Saudis for NUFC

Fair enough, King certainly seems a strange one given he has no obvious recorded history of interest in football let alone CCFC, unlike the other possible protagonists we know of like Ashley, Hoffman, McEvoy/ Dawkins, or even the nutter Storey who seem to have had a history of interest in CCFC or wider sports team ownership.
 

Dimi_Konstantflapalot

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14 years ago, about a year after I'd first moved to Czech Republic, I took my new Czech girlfriend back to the UK and, while we there, we went to visit to visit my Grandparents. My Gran was very prim and proper, everything in the correct place, not a spec of dust to be seen anywhere. The kind of proud old lady who would insist that after 80 years on the earth, she'd never ever farted.

After the lunch, we were sitting having tea in the living room and my girlfriend asked where the bathroom was. Having been given directions, she disappeared upstairs for an uncomfortably long absence. After a good 20 minutes she eventually rejoined us, red faced, with everyone sitting there quietly, just the awkward chinking of china teacups and saucers breaking the uncomfortable silence.

When we finally left and were walking off to the bus stop, hand in hand and relieved it was all over, my first question was 'Is everything ok sweetie?' i.e. what the hell was happening up there?!! This made her go red and look awkward again but she insisted she was fine, even though I could see that wasn't true. I pressed her a bit more for what was up with her (in the meantime I suspect my Gran had run straight upstairs to check her jewellery was all still there) and she confessed that she'd done such a big shit that it was unflushable, so she was up there for so long because she'd been giving it multiple flushes to try and get it round the U-bend. Fair enough I thought, as that was a pretty nightmare-ish scenario and we didn't talk about it any further.

On the bus home though, a couple of minutes into the journey, I started noticing I could smell shit. With not many people on the bus, I asked my girlfriend if she could smell it too. For the 3rd time that afternoon she went red again (or should I say, looked flushed!) and this time she confessed that despite the numerous flushes she hadn't managed to get rid of the shit. She'd not felt able to use the bog brush to break it up as it looked brand new and didn't want to get it dirty, so eventually panicked, rolled up her sleeve and fished it out the toilet with her hand. Then she'd wrapped it up in toilet paper and discreetly dropped it into her coat pocket on the way back to the living room.

At this point I felt like I had a hundred questions to ask but my first one was 'Why the hell didn't you throw it in the bin at the bus stop we just spent 10 minutes standing at?! And her answer was that she wanted to, but thought it would be disgusting to throw a human shit in a public rubbish bin, so she was taking it home so she could break it up and flush it properly at my parents place....

That is fucking amazing hahaha
 

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