Thought Id start this one going because its rather dead on this board at the moment and I suppose all my usual muckers are either at the Stella tennis event watching Dim Tim (lose again) or at Henly Regatta eating cucumber sandwiches (they wish,...NOT).

Anyway please feel free to just talk to yourself blast away and let it go on any company or subject you wish. Just wish Id thought of this one before.

cheers GF.

oblo, if an offer has been made at 13p then provided you accept and the offer goes through, you will be paid the 13p sometime in the future. If you don't want to wait until the payment date (given in the offer information) or gamble on the (normally small) chance that the offer might not go through, then you can sell in the market. There are people in the market happy to buy your shares at a discount and sell them to the Canadian company later for 13p.

Thanks Kayak - appreciate you taking the time to explain. What I don't understand is why people are selling at 12.5p - possibly they don't think it will go through?

There is always a chance it won't go through, normally small but sometimes not. It depends on the conditions of the offer. Once the offer has gone 'unconditional' then the chance is minimal since all the conditions have been met.

The other reason is that people who have another use for their money may prefer to have 12.5p now and reinvest it rather than waiting weeks for the extra 0.5p.

So, presumably, you could buy now at 12.5p and if the deal goes through be sure of picking up 0.5p per share profit?

oblo, the co. doesn't have to remain listed in the UK. That should have been specified somewhere if its intention is to delist i would think. It could be complicated to sell through a canadian broker (if UK brokers stop dealing it) if it does delist hence the selling. You could do with clarifying the listing position.

Yep oblo, that is what the arbitrageurs who buy at 12.5p are relying on, though of course there is a risk it doesn't go through and the price crashes!

Thanks raw and Kayak. I'm hoping someone else will pop up out of the woodwork and make a better bid!

The Effect of Political Correctness and Government Policies on Education




Teaching maths in 1970

1. A logger sells a truckload of timber for 100.

His cost of production is 4/5 of the price.

What is his profit?


2. Teaching Maths In 1980

A logger sells a truckload of timber for 100.

His cost of production is 80% of the price.

What is his profit?


3. Teaching Maths In 1990

A logger sells a truckload of timber for 100.

His cost of production is 80.

How much was his profit?


4. Teaching Maths In 2000

A logger sells a truckload of timber for 100.

His cost of production is 80 and his profit is
20..

Your assignment: Underline the number 20.


5. Teaching Maths In 2005

A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is
selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the
habit of animals or the preservation of our woodlands.
Your assignment: Discuss how the birds and squirrels
might feel as the logger cut down their homes just for
a measly profit of 20.


6. Teaching Maths In 2009

A logger is arrested for trying to cut down a tree in case
it may be offensive to Muslims or other religious
groups not consulted in the felling licence. He is
also fined a 100 as his chainsaw is in breach of
Health and Safety legislation as it deemed too
dangerous and could cut something. He has used the
chainsaw for over 20 years without incident however he does
not have the correct certificate of competence and is
therefore considered to be a recidivist and habitual
criminal. His DNA is sampled and his details
circulated throughout all government agencies. He
protests and is taken to court and fined another 100
because he is such an easy target. When he is released he
returns t o find Gypsies have cut down half his wood
to build a camp on his land. He tries to throw them
off but is arrested, prosecuted for harassing an ethnic
minority, imprisoned and fined a further 100. While
he is in jail the Gypsies cut down the rest of his
wood and sell it on the black market for 100 cash. They
also have a leaving BBQ of squirrel and pheasant and
depart leaving behind several tonnes of rubbish and
asbestos sheeting. The forester on release is warned
that failure to clear the fly tipped rubbish
immediately at his own cost is an offence. He
complains and is arrested for environmental pollution,
breach of the peace and invoiced 12,000 plus VAT for
safe disposal costs by a regulated government contractor.


Your assignment: How many times is the logger going
to have to be arrested and fined before he realises that he
is never going to make 20 profit by hard work, give
up, sign onto the dole and live off the state for the
rest of his life?


7. Teaching Maths In 2010

A logger doesnt sell a lorry load of timber
because he cant get a loan to buy a new lorry
because his bank has spent all his and their money on a
derivative of securitised debt related to sub-prime
mortgages in Alabama and lost the lot with only some
government money left to pay a few million pound bonuses to
their senior directors and the traders who made the
biggest losses.


The logger struggles to pay the 1,200 road tax on
his old lorry however, as it was built in the 1970s it
no longer meets the emissions regulations and he is
forced to scrap it.


Some Bulgarian loggers buy the lorry from the scrap
merchant and put it back on the road. They undercut everyone
on price for haulage and send their cash back home,
while claiming unemployment for themselves and their
relatives. If questioned they speak no English and it
is easier to deport them at the governments expense.
Following their holiday back home they return to the
UK with different names and fresh girls and start
again. The logger protests, is accused of being a bigoted
racist and as his name is on the side of his old lorry
he is forced to pay 1,500 registration fees as a
gang master.


The Government borrows more money to pay more to the
bankers as bonus's are not cheap. The parliamentarians
feel they are missing out and claim the difference on
expenses and allowances.

You do the maths.


8. Teaching Maths 2017

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Remember the gobby lady 'Rottweiler' pictured with Lucinda Ledgerwood and to the left side of the following picture?



Just to give you a better idea, here is a picture of her in her swim suit, just as she was then:



Back then, she was a size 16 and weighed 13st 8lb. At 5ft 6in she was more than 3st overweight and her BMI of 30.2 meant she was clinically obese.

Her thighs rubbed together, her belly wobbled and her breasts strained against the tops she wore.

After some very disciplined dieting using some achievable goals (eg, rather than go for it to lose 3st, try losing 7 lbs every four weeks) and some similarly disciplined exercise prgrammes in the gym, well, here's the latest picture of her:



And her name?

Do you remember Claire Young from The Apprentice in 2008?

Well done Claire!

This is me,

Thanks for starting my week with a laugh. Very very funny. Also sad but true.
Will forward his on to many people.

Cheers Greekman.

might be taliking to myself but here's a live trading video if anyone's interested

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pm1xWozLDd8

Dam that's Wimbledon over for another year...

New balls please!

Clever Duck..

Plent of viagra, but no investment in the real decision of falling asleep while you are waiting for NCC to stop prioritising the security of software; with the effect of being almost pornographic, in its depiction of the awaited result of the ESP! that is predicted by jail haynes; as he begins the fear marathon towards the inveitable outcome; of the specified juncture of the precise month, of the exact year,present year 2009, of the specified BID 230p for the NCC stock; occuring when and as given by himself;after the long wait for the inevitable outcome of his prediction, above; by jail.

You don't work for my local council, do you?

Read today that as part of the move to encourage the Police to increase Officers from minority groups they have been 'advised' to recruit Gypsies.
Well I suppose its one way of making the Police budget go further.
Can just see it now. Cut price re surfacing on the station car park, (tarmac left over from the last job) be at least 6" thick Sir.
After all they will need somewhere to park their caravans.
I can see it now, a Sgt walking into the parade room and shouting for PC Smith and the whole shift stand up.

Note... My wife says I over exaggerate 6" inches, Perhaps one of my ancestors was a Gypsy.

As is often said, You couldn't make it up.

The first day of their training will be spent teaching them to use a toilet instead of going outside and doing everything in full view of anyone passing by. Yes I have seen them do this, women included.

This is me - are you taking the pi55???

Logically then, we need a high percentage of criminals in the police force to represent the criminals on the streets.

By this I mean, of course, convivted criminals in the force, not the ordinary ones already in.

They would also need sectioned lunatics (Cheif Inspector and above only), raving fanatical religious fundamentalists, redheads, asylum seekers and illegal immigrants, vegetarians, a smattering of paedophiles and perhaps the odd train spotter.

Hardly any room left for theif takers or middle class honest taxpaying citizens who want to help eradicate crime. Still it would be a weird day when the police were concerned with any crime not involving catching motorists and selling the dvd rights to Sky TV.

The very fabric of society is breaking down around us. What the hell is there left to believe in?
Charlie Brooker The Guardian, Monday 13 July 2009

It's all gone wrong. Our belief in everything has been shattered by a series of shock revelations that have shaken our core to its core. You can't move for toppling institutions. Television, the economy, the police, the House of Commons, and, most recently, the press ... all revealed to be jam-packed with liars and bastards and graspers and bullies and turds.

And we knew. We knew. But we were deep in denial, like a cuckolded partner who knows the sorry truth but tries their best to ignore it. Over the last 18 months the spotlight of truth has swung this way and that, and one institution after another was suddenly exposed as being precisely as rotten as we always thought it was. What's that? Phone-in TV quizzes might a bit of con? The economic boom is an unsustainable fantasy? Riot police can be a little "handy"? MPs are greedy? The News of the World might have used underhand tactics to get a story? What next? Oxygen is flavourless? Cows stink at water polo? Children are overrated? We knew all this stuff. We just didn't have the details.

After all their histrionic shrieking about standards in television, it was only a matter of time before the tabloids got it in the neck. Last Monday even the Press Complaints Commission, which is generally about as much use as a Disprin canoe, finally puffed up its chest and criticised the Scottish Sunday Express for its part in the Dunblane survivors' story scandal. You remember that, don't you? Back in March? When the Scottish Sunday Express ran a story about survivors of the Dunblane massacre who'd just turned 18? It fearlessly investigated their Facebook profiles and discovered that some of them enjoyed going to pubs and getting off with other teenagers, then ran these startling revelations on its front page, with the headline ANNIVERSARY SHAME OF DUNBLANE SURVIVORS.

"The Sunday Express can reveal how, on their social networking sites, some of them have boasted about alcoholic binges and fights," crowed the paper. "For instance, [one of them] - who was hit by a single bullet and watched in horror as his classmates died - makes rude gestures in pictures he posted on his Bebo site, and boasts of drunken nights out."

Nice, yeah?

As I'm sure you recall, there was an immediate outcry, which was covered at length in all the papers. You remember their outraged front pages, right? All their cries of SICK and FOUL and VILE in huge black text? Remember that? No? Of course you don't. Because the papers largely kept mum about the whole thing. Instead, the outrage blew up online. Bloggers kicked up a stink; 11,000 people signed a petition and delivered it to the PCC. The paper printed a mealy-mouthed apology that apologised for the general tenor of the article, while whining that they hadn't printed anything that wasn't publicly accessible online. All it had done was gather it up and disseminate it in the most humiliating and revolting way possible. Last Monday's PCC ruling got next to zero coverage. Maybe if it had happened after the News of the World phone-hacking story broke it would have gathered more. Or maybe not. Either way, the spotlight of truth is, for now, pointing at the press.

But this is just one small part of the ongoing, almighty detox of everything. There's been such an immense purge, such an exhaustive ethical audit, no one's come out clean. There's muck round every arse. But if the media's rotten and the government's rotten and the police are rotten and the city's rotten and the church is rotten - if life as we know it really is fundamentally rotten - what the hell is there left to believe in? Alton Towers? Greggs the bakers? The WI?

The internet. Can we trust in that? Of course not. Give it six months and we'll probably discover Google's sewn together by orphans in sweatshops. Or that Wi-Fi does something horrible to your brain, like eating your fondest memories and replacing them with drawings of cross-eyed bats and a strong smell of puke. There's surely a great dystopian sci-fi novel yet to be written about a world in which it's suddenly discovered that wireless broadband signals deaden the human brain, slowly robbing us of all emotion, until after 10 years of exposure we're all either rutting in stairwells or listlessly reversing our cars over our own offspring with nary the merest glimmer of sympathy or pain on our faces. It'll be set in Basingstoke and called, "Cuh, Typical."

What about each other? Society? Can we trust us? Doubt it. We're probably not even real, as was revealed in the popular documentary The Matrix. That bloke next door? Made of pixels. Your co-workers? Pixels. You? One pixel. One measly pixel. You haven't even got shoes, for Christ's sake.

As the very fabric of life breaks down around us, even language itself seems unreliable. These words don't make sense. The vowels and consonants you're hearing in your mind's ear right now are being generated by mere squiggles on a page or screen. Pointless hieroglyphics. Shapes. You're staring at shapes and hearing them in your head. When you see the word "trust", can you even trust that? Why? It's just shapes!

Right now all our faith has poured out of the old institutions, and there's nowhere left to put it. We need new institutions to believe in, and fast. Doesn't matter what they're made of. Knit them out of string, wool, anything. Quickly, quickly. Before we start worshipping insects.

....

Hmmm? Does anyone know if you can trust insects? Or wool? How about wool with 5% lycra?

Anyway, Grasshopper be praised.