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Evenin all, Ken here,

I aint been on for a bit due to cleaning up the massive mess left after my last message - I can't say a lot about it but suffice it to say the new lass has been sent back to Arsenal and after 2 weeks of pining Darren has calmed down enough to fix the bit of car park he damaged. He also said he'd pay to fill the great big hole he made in the staff lounge whilst trying to manufacture an indoor fountain in tribute to his lost love.

Meantime we've made progress on the pitch and I'm delighted to say we're top of the mini 4 team league. As a result of this I was tempted to up the ticket prices to match but it turns out I'm not allowed so instead every game will be Category A. Of course this means the match is a very important one against good opposition - which also means all fans should turn up. Should we manage this I'm sure I could see to getting a top quality player with 2 actual working legs - perhaps.

There was a slight misunderstanding we had to get over this week when the lottery department finally completed purchase of the training ground dome for the academy. Upon trying to get the structure up we were blocked by a load of bearded lads and Baldrick from Blackadder. Turns up that Sue from the office had a bit of a headcold when putting the word out Media wise and accidentally told the press we had found a massive bone of archaeological significance. Quite how the words archaeological and significance could have been misheard is beyond me and perhaps beyond you as well. We sort Baldrick and his mates out by letting them borrow David Wheater for carbon dating for a bit.

As you may have already noticed by the massive Christmas trees we've got around the place, (at a very reasonable rate of free - no questions asked, no answers given), it's the run up to Christmas. What could be better than opening your presents on the day to find a load of fantastic Bolton Wanderers merchandise? Especially our new range of EXPENSIVE, sorry, EXCLUSIVE Bolton Wanderers merchandise.

Anyway must be getting off. David Wheater is back and he's upset. Apparently he's 356 years old.

Cheers Easy,

Ken.