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Bancal.... I'll thank you for making me spit out my cocoa just now with this: "My guess is a drop of 10p or so down to about 22p"
So that's you predicting -30% down tomorrow
And I'll be here to remind you :)
Indy
Indy
Sanibel - couldn't agree more. Todays posts, not just the gem exquisitely set out by Merc but from all the usual suspects, amount to some of the most engrossing reading I've had in years of perusing these boards.
With gratitude to all
Indy
Guys, guys... I’m literally shaking as I type this... not because after nipping to the garage last night for my lovely lady wife’s Monster Munch and Curly Wurlys she managed to lock me out again (only ‘mild’ hyperthermia this time, and she’s right, I need to ‘man up’) I’m shaking after yet another tumultuous / fruitless week for the Avacta faithful. But before I say anymore on that it’s time to face a private reality I know many of you feel I’ve been avoiding for too long. You know what I mean...(denial is not a river in Africa)...
Guys...I’m in an abusive relationship
There. Said it. Talk about a weight off
Yet despite everything she’s done to me and continues to do; despite the false hopes, the cruel teasing, the crushing, bruising disappointments; despite the growing list of broken promises I...I can’t do it guys...I just can’t turn my back on Avacta and walk away. Oh Christ I’m filling up...
I know, I know - just leave Indy - move on - loads of attractive stock out there, blah, blah, blah, but you don’t understand guys: she doesn’t mean to hurt me...she loves me! She wants to reward me for all the ££ I’ve given her; all the patience I’ve shown her; and you know what ...she will too ‘shortly’ - you’ll see. How do I know? Because I have faith. Because after months of futile deconstructing / reconstructing / speculating to the nth degree, it-all comes down to faith
Poor ‘Runner’ thinks we’re mad. Maybe. This was a week when a ‘Tiger selling Karma’ joined the board; a week when a whirling dervish (Poundcake) span such a mass of ramping hysteria he imploded under the sheer weight of it all leaving a black hole. But then posts from Monkshood and Okehurt1 were so exquisitely nuanced I thought I was on the wrong board, until PL75 - typically lacking self awareness bless him - reassuringly posted: “the vast majority of posts are bell ends”
‘Bell end’ huh? Yep, that’s me. ‘Mad’ huh? Yep, that’s us
So to all you mad bell ends, ye mighty Avactarians who like men dug deep and held fast through yet another testing (pun intended) week - have a peaceful weekend...
“This tainted test you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my Tiers and that's not nearly all...”
Indy
Motherloader ... Clearly I don't have a problem with you taking off your clothes - I do it everyday - well, almost every day - but to "sell to a tramp"? You'd literally 'sell' your clothes to a homeless person? That's... a little tight fisted, no? I mean, Christmas coming up and all; you'd take money (not give money) from a homeless person in exchange for some, what, old BHS jim jams??
Come on Motherloader, we're better than this
Watch "A Muppet Christmas Carol". You'll thank me
Indy
Guys, guys...I’m literally shaking as I type this. After many years of gentle persuasion (and small bags of the white stuff) my lovely lady wife has finally agreed (for a few nights only) to refrain from smoking in bed. I just want to see if it really does help alleviate the effects of chronic COPD caused by passive smoking – if it doesn’t, not to worry, Synairgen’s therapies will soon be on stream, though at £3k a pop let’s hope it’s a stream the NHS can afford. We’ll see. And guys, please, in reply to a fellow poster - my posts do occasionally touch on very private / confidential matters, so be sensible and feel free to share liberally
That’s the good news
The bad news is that following last week’s big reveal around my wife’s pregnancy I have an update: it’s not mine guys. I guess that’s what they call a ‘duster’
Gutted, aye, but onwards and upwards; I mean it’s not like I’ve never hit a ‘duster’ before; the twins aren’t biologically mine, the eldest isn’t, the second (or is it third youngest?) isn’t. And the funny smelling one who lives with his Nan isn’t. But to be fair my wife’s absolutely spot on: it’s a reminder never to get my hopes up; never to get my feet under the table... this ‘Littlewoods’ table I’m paying 44.9% APR for with a £199.99 extended warranty
But enough of that...it’s been another week of false dawns, endless eye-spying, and just plain old cabin fever for us Avacta devotees, and as our fearsome band of ultras f-art and stretch and rub themselves down ready for yet another weekend of forensic, feverish, but ultimately futile speculation, I take some comfort in a 35% profit on the last of my very last top ups. Now as you all know earlier this week right here on this awesome board I chose like a bride of Christ to publicly renounce Satan and suspend my critical faculties in favour of a simple blind faith approach to investing in what is, let’s face it, the most worthy albeit frustrating share many of us have ever been in; and lo, it seems my blind faith has already been rewarded with a wittle bounce off a six month low. Guys, I can almost reach out and touch that Argos Sports-tech Multi-Gym with Stepper
Of course, any credit belongs to Poundcake who since joining this board a few days ago has miraculously called every significant share price movement from January 2018 to date and with a lovely touch of modesty about him too. Cyril, sign him up, Cyril, Cyril sign him up! Sorry...Sir Al.
And how about that whiff of sexual tension between Poundcake & our PL75 on the board yesterday!?! Put me in mind of old Hattie and little Kenneth in Carry on Doctor
You see – Covid can’t kill romance!
I’m off now for my weekly one man protest down Ash Way, Wetherby...
“What do we want? RNS! When do we want it? Shortly!”
Have a peaceful weekend ye mighty Avactarians !
”As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it's you I need
To take the blues away
It must be us, u
Guys, guys - I've done what no sensible investor should ever do... I’ve fallen for Avacta. Not in the same deep spiritual way I did my lovely lady wife 12 years ago.... Crikey, is it really 12 years since that night in Players when she quite literally destroyed the Karaoke with her party piece ‘Jolene’ or as she pronounces it in that rich, beguiling Barnsley accent: “Jaw-leen!” Jaw-leen!” “Jaw-leen!” “Jaw-leeeeeeeeeeen!!!!!”?
But it’s as much a blind faith thing now with me and Avacta; you might even call it a ‘cult’ thing since I’m now deaf to all warning voices no matter how well meant; nothing could convince me to surrender a fraction of my investment now regardless of the falling price; if it tanks it takes my ££ with it and all this deeply appreciated conjecture and research tirelessly posted by the likes of PL75, Milicait, et al over many months; none of it has changed the facts; none of it has lifted by so much as a scintilla the price which sits exactly where it was six long months ago
For all his incessant bellyaching, Alwaysweeing has proven pretty accurate with his forecasts to be fair. And before you shout me down - when did being 'fair' become a bad thing?? However much his posts got my goat - and they did get my goat - I deplore this ‘cancel culture’ we’re living through – no one should be silenced for expressing an opinion however tiresome or objectionable - no one.
And Avacta devotees have bigger balls, surely?
Our fate remains as it always was - ostensibly in the hands of Cyril – sorry, Sir Al. That’s the plain and simple truth. And I have nothing now except ‘faith’ that this dark night of the soul will soon break into fabulous sunshine
Now pass the Kool-aid
Indy
Ditto, but not for trade. I'm literally shaking having bagged x10 shares @ 103. That's this week's kebab money gone and my lovely lady wife will kill me when she finds out (strict vegan myself).
So that, ladies and gentleman, is the last of my final top ups
Until the next one
Indy
Guys, guys..... and so we say goodbye / good riddance to another week of high expectation / zero delivery. And what started out with a chorus of “we’re definitely on the list” ends, predictably “you can stick ya list up your....” And as I type this, somewhere, out there, manically rocking in his chair, a stubble-faced, snarling Avacta ultra is making his own list, not a govt list, HIS list, the only list that matters (just wait, you’ll see): 1.Avacta. 2.Avacta. 3.Avacta. 4. Avacta. 5. Avacta. 6. Avacta.
And though fewer now and greyer since Monday, on, on we Avacta devotees go; deeper and deeper, snow-blind, balls-deep (as they say in Leeds), too far now to think of turning back, too long now entranced by Cyril’s – sorry, Sir Al’s siren call... “sh-shortly”... “sh-shhhortleee boys”... “shhhhortleeeeeeee...” And with the ultras already whipping up another weekend storm of high expectation (only to be dashed by another Monday morning low) on we must, on, on, week in week out, month after month with more false Dawns than a trans rights convention...
But chin up guys - just think - only six more weeks till Christmas! And we all know what THAT means don’t we...
Can I say it Richken?
Let me say it
I need to say it!!
“£25 A SHARE BY CHRISTMAS”
See
It never grows old
Indy