Following today’s announcement that previously well-respected educationalist and author John Green intends to sully his reputation further by producing a film about the story of the Kingston lot, the footballing world is alive with speculation as to who will pick up some of the key roles.
Early reports suggest that “No Toilet Training Allowed – The AFC Kingston Story” will cover all the key moments in the club’s short history. Current football showbiz rumours suggest that the arrest and imprisonment of their first goalscorer will feature prominently, and that the film will culminate in a very long slow-motion sequence of the ball looping from Semi’s heel, over Neil Sullivan’s head and into the net at the Cowshed end.
Bookies favourites to pick up the starring roles are currently as follows:
Just a quick note – I’ve just been through the radio show gallery and updated the links to some of the shows that had become unavailable, so if you want to have a listen to any of the shows we’ve put out over the last few years, then they’re all up there.
If you’re surprised that an international media conglomerate such as ourselves could possibly have shows becoming unavailable, then once you’ve sobered up, here’s why it happens. Without going into too much detail, our shows are initially uploaded to the Secklow Sounds Spreaker site. That’s where we link to, and where you can stream or download the show from within a couple of hours of live broadcast. After a few weeks or months, the Secklow Spreaker site will delete older shows to free up space and keep costs down – as soon as I’m aware that any of our shows have been deleted, then I’ll upload them to our own MooCamp Radio Show Spreaker site. I’ll then rebuild the links in the original posts to point to the long-term home of the shows.
If you happen to come across any shows where the recording is showing as deleted, then it’s either because I don’t know it’s gone yet, I haven’t had time to correct it, or I can’t be bothered. You won’t know which one it is (though regular readers may be biased towards that latter option) so feel free to drop me a line and let me know.
I’ve been on a posting frenzy this evening, and the switch that I need to flick to say ‘don’t send emails to everyone for every bloody post, as that’s really likely to piss them off’ didn’t get flicked.
I’m currently flagellating myself in a mix of penitence and general amusement.
It’s still off btw, so you won’t see this unless you come to the website. I thought it would be a bit off of me to send an email apologising for sending you so many emails.
In response to significant supporter demand, combined with a specific request from Cheltenham Cleaning Supplies, we’re pleased to announce the arrival of the Samir Caruthers’ Incontinence Clock. The clock, powered by a mix of modern technology and good old-fashioned ammonia, will track the time since Samir’s last ‘accident’, which we hope will provide a sense of ‘good-boy’ encouragement to Samir and all who know him.
To view the clock, just visit http://www.moocamp.com
It’s too early to tell at the moment, but rest assured that we WILL keep you posted. We’ve had another visit from “they who don’t know how to use a toilet” so there’s every chance that we will need to reset the Armitage Shanks Memorial Clock. We have discussed the possibility of creating a separate upper-tier clock – we’ll update you on that as soon as we know more.
Our contacts inside the club are reviewing the damage at the moment and will report back soon – as soon as we know, you’ll know.
Yes boys and girls, momentous times are upon us. I can now announce that, having received formal notification from those in the know, that our visitors on Tuesday did indeed choose to crap on the floor once again.
Therefore, if you could please imagine a drum roll while you read the following announcement:
Having previously run for 618 days without incident after the ‘unpleasantness’ of the first visit from the Kingston club, the Armitage Shanks Memorial Clock has now had to be reset after their second visit. It means that once again, the self-proclaimed saviours of football have displayed behaviour that even household pets can be shamed out of without difficulty.
To all those involved, and to all those who’ve encouraged and supported this rather odd belief that these people can do no wrong, I raise a glass of cherryade to you all.