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I did read the report — which is why I pointed out the kiln itself isn’t off-the-shelf stainless but a specialist alloy. That’s part of the IP, and it’s there precisely because of the chemistry involved.

As for ‘the pipework will rot’ — you’ve moved the goalposts. Nobody’s saying stainless lasts forever in a chlorine environment. That’s why systems like this aren’t just a bare pipe run: they’re designed with lined sections, scrubbers, and materials chosen for each part of the flow. It’s the same in every industrial gasification, incineration, or chemical plant — manage the exposure, protect the weak points, replace consumables when needed.

So no, PVC in the feed doesn’t mean the whole thing collapses in a puddle of rust. It means the engineers did their jobs and designed around it. The G3 trials proved it, BOC validated it, and the FTU carries it forward.

OhdearTestpack, you sound like a man who’s been stood outside the same shop window for years, banging on the glass and demanding someone come out and explain the display to him. It’s not “holding us to account,” it’s just you trying to get your daily hit of attention.

The irony is that you’ve become the very thing you accuse others of being — paid or not, your entire identity here is built around feeding this endless loop. Same recycled accusations, same obsession with “confidential results,” same fantasy that if you keep stamping your feet someone will give you the validation you crave.

You call it debate. Everyone else can see it for what it is: a tired, bitter old man begging strangers on the internet to keep him company at breakfast. And the funniest part? You can’t function without the replies you claim not to need. Every time I ignore you, you come back louder, needier, and even more desperate. It’s not an argument anymore — it’s just your addiction on display.

Red, you’ve managed to carve out quite a niche here: half trader’s diary, half lecture notes, with a sprinkling of playground insults on top. One minute you’re telling everyone PHE won’t exist in three years, the next you’re posting 3,000 times about it — apparently just for “fun.” All while reminding us, again and again, how clever you’ve been with HUI, AFC, crypto, AI, and whatever acronym you’ve picked up this week.

It doesn’t read like confidence, it reads like insecurity dressed as expertise. If you’re really sitting pretty on your NASDAQ winnings and “luxuries in life,” then why are you still here, bickering with retail punters on an AIM board? For someone so sure PHE is a waste of time, you certainly spend an awful lot of yours proving otherwise.

Testpack asking for my thoughts is priceless — the man who times his rants with breakfast, boasts about remembering the word twat for 24 hours, and mistakes Google for research now wants an essay out of me. And as for the ‘paid ramper’ bit — if only! At least then I’d be getting something for putting up with your drivel. Sorry, not on the menu.

SP Angel note out today on PHE. A few positives to highlight:

• Ballymena – lease agreed, pre-FEED done, and LoI signed with B.S. Holdings for hydrogen supply. First revenues flagged for 2028, which shows the project is maturing.

• EngSolve – £1m+ new contracts in 2025 already, with names like Repsol and Schlumberger. That’s proper cashflow while we wait for DMG roll-out.

• Patents – three fresh EU/US awards this year, bolstering the IP base.

• Avioxx SAF pilot – two FTU-sized kilns going into sustainable aviation fuel trials (Project Eden).

The broker’s modelling (£32m capex, 65% EBITDA margin, £13m NPV per kiln) is just that — modelling — but it underlines the upside if one of these sites lands finance. They also note 16 feasible projects in the pipeline.

Overall: real progress (contracts, patents, Ballymena LoI) and the broker thinks the current share price undervalues the wider pipeline. The usual funding hurdle remains, but direction of travel is positive.

The more I look at this, the more it feels like CWTL are playing the long game, and not for the benefit of ordinary shareholders. The capital reorganisation clears the legal roadblock so EQTEC can issue shares at today’s depressed price. Fine, but look who’s standing there ready with the cheque book.

CWTL have already had £1.5m in at 0.85p plus 88m warrants at 1.5p, and then lined up another £1.5m “option” facility. The company has started dipping into it, and you can bet the rest will follow. This isn’t charity — it’s structured dependency. They drip-feed survival cash on terms that steadily tighten their grip, while the share count balloons and existing holders are left watching their slice of the pie shrink.

Dress it up however you want, but this is effectively a controlled slide towards one outcome: CWTL holding the keys. Each placing, each warrant exercise, and now this capital reorg with authority to issue another 450m shares, all shifts the balance in their favour. Long-term holders provide the liquidity and the cover story, while CWTL picks up more of the company on the cheap.

It’s sold as rescue finance, but it looks a lot more like a managed takeover by stealth. Just my read of it, but the red flags here are too obvious to ignore.

Ah yes, the mighty memory of Testpack — capable of recalling the word twat across a 24-hour cycle like it’s etched in the Rosetta Stone. Imagine boasting about that as if it’s a skill. Most of us use memory to retain something useful — facts, insight, experience. You? Just playground name-calling and breakfast notes. And yet you accuse me of plagiarism while recycling the same tired lines day after day. If that’s the height of your “recall,” then congratulations — you’ve weaponised boredom.

Oh dear, Testpack — once the self-styled professor of pedantry, now promoted to class snitch, trawling through old posts to remind everyone who called who a twat first. From Brazil to the schoolyard, it’s a hell of a fall from grace. You talk about “debating” as if this is the Oxford Union, yet your grand contribution is tallying insults like a playground prefect. You really have become your own punchline — boring, repetitive, and forever mistaking obsession for argument.

It’s actually quite sweet in a way — Red and Testpack, the Lennon and McCartney of baseless drivel, harmonising over the same tired “fraudulent PhD” chorus. One flails around with courtroom drama fantasies, the other recites three-year-old forum trivia like it’s gospel. Between the two of you, it’s less “dynamic duo” and more “antique double act” — all dust, no sparkle, and still somehow convinced the audience is here for you.

Ah, so the “seasoned investor in Brazil” has now reduced his grand debating style to playground name-calling. From Copacabana to the sandpit in one easy step. If “twat” is now your peak rhetorical flourish, it’s less Dan Brown and more The Very Hungry Caterpillar. You’ve gone from pompous lectures to petulant gripes — quite the career trajectory.

For someone who prides himself on being the wise old hand, you’ve ended up as nothing more than the bored bloke at the end of the bar, muttering insults at passers-by. All those years of “experience” and this is where you’ve landed — shouting at clouds on an AIM forum. Bravo. Do you really think this is some form of attack? I always thought you were some pathetic loser. Thanks for posting and confirming.

Oh dear, Testpack. You’ve now managed to stretch a passing breakfast joke into a full-blown Greek tragedy. I made a crack about your Brazil–breakfast–constipation routine and, weeks later, you’re still clutching it like a comfort blanket. You’ve analysed it, replayed it, and written about it more than you’ve discussed PHE. At this point, I half expect you to publish The Granola Papers.

As for your Dickens/Dan Brown tantrum — the only thing you’ve proved is that you take a throwaway quip and inflate it into some tortured self-defence speech, like a man trying to litigate a pub joke. It’s not projection, it’s boredom. And you deliver it in such pompous, pedantic loops that half the forum must now be reading you purely for comedy value.

On your “survey” obsession — I’ll answer that at precisely the same time you stop asking. Which, based on your posting history, means never.

Wow Red, so funny I can see why others call you a clown

Well if it posts like a twat, and complains like a twat, it's generally a twat.

Oh Testpack, you do love to imagine you’re cross-examining someone in a trial, when in reality you’re just stood in the corner of the pub shouting at the fruit machine. The “questions” aren’t unanswered because they’re tricky — they’re unanswered because you’re irrelevant.

You keep circling back to the same three things — SPVs from a conversation you’ve been nursing for over three years, my PhD (still UK-earned, still real, still not yours), and this fever-dream notion of some grand “UberRamp” conspiracy. It’s not a “gotcha”, it’s just tedious.

As for your latest CMD headcount riddle — try asking PHE directly instead of playing Poirot with Google and guesswork. But then, that would deprive you of your favourite pastime: being the loudest, most self-important troll in the room. And honestly, breakfast in Brazil wouldn’t be the same without your daily serving of verbal constipation.

Testpack, you strut in here like you’re delivering a closing argument in some high-stakes trial, when in reality it’s just you, tapping away in your Copacabana breakfast slot, hoping someone will indulge your need for attention. You demand answers as if I owe you something — I don’t. Never have. Never will. The only thing your interrogation style achieves is making you look like a man auditioning for a part nobody’s casting.

You’ve been recycling the same tired “gotchas” for years, convinced each repetition is a masterstroke, yet the only person applauding is the one in your bathroom mirror. This isn’t serious doubt; it’s you poking the same bruise over and over, mistaking persistence for intelligence.

The truth? You want me to play along because without that, you’re left with your worst nightmare — irrelevance. But I cut you off from that supply the first time I filtered you, and now you’re hooked on the idea I might give it back. Spoiler: I won’t.

So carry on, Testpack — constipated at breakfast, verbose by lunch, irrelevant by dinner. You’ve become the forum’s background noise: always there, always droning, and always ignored… except when someone like me takes a minute to remind you how small you actually look.

Red Hornet, since you’re clearly the self-appointed fact-checker on all things hydrogen, perhaps you can explain your own yardstick when it comes to Chinook. You’re quick to scoff at scaling from 2 tonnes to 12, yet Chinook’s public claim is exactly that—twelve tonnes a day from a process that’s not been proven commercially at that scale either. If your logic is that PHE can’t do it without a live reference site, where’s Chinook’s? Where’s their operational proof of concept at even a fraction of that output?

And while we’re at it, where’s the paper trail—planning permission, environmental permit, DCO, anything—that says they can actually build what they’ve just announced? If you can produce that, great, but until then it’s the same as what you accuse others of: headlines without hard evidence. Scaling technology always has a leap, whether it’s PHE or Chinook, so if you’re going to attack one for it, at least hold the other to the same standard. Otherwise, it’s not “just reality”, it’s just selective reality.

'The point is, they can’t build one, let alone 3 or a super DMG at £120m' - you do get what DMG stands for, yes? The clue is is in the M part.

I just can't, the boredom is just too much now. Just no point even trying with this clown - Castle can I borrow the emoji please?

Ah, Testpack — only you could take a throwaway quip about Brazilian breakfast habits (which, for the record, was a joke — you might want to look that word up) and inflate it into a full crime-scene analysis, complete with itemised fruit. The fact you genuinely believe “strawberries and granola” is a forensic victory really is the comedy gift that keeps on giving.

Then, out you shuffle with your beloved SPV anecdote from three years ago — polished, reheated and served as though it were a masterstroke of recall (spoiler: it isn’t). Nobody but you even remembers it happened, and yet here you are, clinging to it like it’s the Rosetta Stone of internet arguments.

Your pedantry is tireless, and yet — somehow — you still miss the point (repeatedly). You swing at jokes like a man trying to catch smoke, convinced you’ve landed the killer blow, only to fall over your own paragraphs.

And those literary comparisons you keep leaning into — part Dan Brown, part Dickens, part parish newsletter — all overwritten, under-edited and accidentally funny. You’re basically the pub quiz bloke who brings an encyclopaedia, loudly corrects the quizmaster, and then gets the first question wrong.

At this stage, you’re not even the antagonist anymore — you’re the comic relief. Which is fine, really. Every pantomime needs one.

Lol, yeah ok Mr Mirror - another deluded soul.