I've been called a few things in my time, but this one not only takes the biscuit, it also takes the rest of the biscuits and the doily on which they were nicely arranged next to the teapot...
According to Phoenix forum poster "mr_bean", the Fearsome Foursome of myself, Mike Landers, Mag Pullen and Tambo are nothing more than "Propaganda Merchants", working for Neil Morris in some giant conspiracy to build the hopes of Mancunian hockey fans to a fevered level and then deliberately and cruelly dash them.
The thing is, it's true. All true. We meet once a week with Herr Morris in a secret underground lair in Droylsden, where we are strapped into chairs with our eyelids pinned open and are forced to watch 'instructional' videos on how great Herr Morris is and how much money there is to be made in building hopes up and then dashing them. We are then taken into an antichamber where Gruppenfuhrer Costigan beats us with a rolled up copy of Powerplay until we swear allegiance to the cause once more before being allowed to resume our campaign.
We even have uniforms. And a special handshake. Also a special milkshake, which is nice. I could tell you the flavour, but I'd have to kill you. Such is the way with us Propaganda Merchants.
"Ich bin ein Phoenixer! Glauben sie den lügen, schwein-hunden!"
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6 comments:
Sehr gut, mein Schwiegersohn ! :-)
....and that's why I gave up reading the Phoenix forum a few months back....
but, Do you have your place on the team ????
I was well offended by " Richard Allan and his mate Mike landers".
I mean, "mate"? "MATE"? I feel.... jilted.
If you're my 'mate', I daren't imagine what our children would look like... *shudder*
If they had your looks and my brains, they'd be hedgehogged.
However, if they had my looks and your brains... nope, that doesn't work either.
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