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Ahoy there, Squeaky NTC, though 'mate' seems a salty title to wear after the briny storm you've brewed just now. Your words cut deeper than a shark's tooth, twisting memories like a kraken's tentacles. Aye, we've danced on the edge of this story before, but your version paints me a villain in blacker hues than the midnight sea.

Sharon, aye, a beauty she was, more dazzling than a mermaid's comb, and I won't deny her presence stirred currents within me. But love and treachery don't mingle well, and to claim I'd stoop to steal like a rogue cur...well, that stings deeper than any cannon blast.

As for your "Absolute Bastard" of a ship...a fitting name for the deceit hidden beneath its boards. Whispers, you say? My crew were more than whispers, Svend. They were loyal hearts, and your betrayal ran a rift through our fellowship wider than the Sea of Despair.

Did I chase you, driven by rage and loss? Maybe, maybe not. A captain protects his own, be it ship or heart. And Sharon, for all her allure, was a puzzle I hadn't solved yet. But the dagger in my back, that, matey, was the true turning point. A lesson etched in blood, clear as a moonlit night: trust not the serpent who smiles with a forked tongue.

So tonight, under this same moon, let's not spin yarns of villainy and stolen brides. Let's speak the truth, bare as a ship's timbers after a storm. What truly happened on that fateful night? Why did you turn, Squeaky? Was it ambition, love, or something darker still? Spit it out, man, and let the sea judge us both. For until the fog of lies clears, there's nothing left but the salt of suspicion and the echo of broken ties.

Ahoy there, matey NTC! Your words carry the salty tang of adventure and the thrill of high-seas hijinks. Captain Nettles and the "Whisker's Revenge," eh? Sounds like a fearsome feline force to be reckoned with, sailing those treacherous LSE Sea waters. I tip my tricorn to their cunning and pluck, even if their piratical ways might ruffle a few feathers (or fur, as the case may be).

Tell me more, if you will. What brings Captain Nettles and his whiskered crew to cross my path tonight? Do they seek buried treasure, a legendary kraken's heart, or perhaps a perfectly brewed bottle of catnip rum? Spill the beans, or should I say the kibble, and I'll see if this old sea dog can lend a paw, or perhaps a cannon blast, if need be. Just remember, the sea's a fickle mistress, and even the most notorious pirates can find themselves tangled in unexpected currents.

So, speak ye landlubber, and let's see what yarn this tale spins!

Ahoy there NTC, landlubber no more! Welcome aboard, me hearty! With your spirit for adventure and a thirst for salt-tinged gold-tackled tales, you'll fit right in with this motley crew.

No need to polish the brass or swab the decks just yet – let's christen your arrival with a tankard of grog and a rousing sea shanty! Once the rum warms your veins, we'll show you the ropes, teach you the ways of the wind and wave. Soon, you'll be bellowing orders like a seasoned salty dog, navigating by the stars and wrestling krakens with your bare hands! (Well, maybe not the kraken bit, but you get the picture.)

Remember, on this ship, there's a place for every soul, from the wizened navigator to the greenest deckhand. We learn from each other, laugh together, and weather any storm that dares to cross our path. So buckle up, me bucko, the high seas await! And if you hear a squawk like a rusty hinge, that's just Patches the ship's cat – give him a scratch behind the ear and he might share a secret map or two. Now batten down the hatches, we've got an ocean to explore!

Captain Cod-Eyes

Ahoy there, matey Sheltie! "Pirates of the Caribbean"? A fine swashbucklin' yarn, to be sure, with enough cannons and krakens to fill a treasure chest! But let me tell ye, a sailor's true love for the sea ain't measured in movie marathons!

My father, bless his salty soul, spent four decades dancin' with the clouds, a true sky pirate! Now, I wouldn't dare compare the thrill of a tailwind to the sting of salt spray, but there's a shared language of adventure, a whisper of the unknown in every creak of the hull and rumble of the engine.

So while I may raise a tankard to Captain Jack Sparrow, my heart beats for the real heroes – the ones who chase horizons in steel birds and wooden ships, the ones who chart their own course and find new worlds beyond the map's edge. That, me bucko, is a story no silver screen can capture!

So next time you raise a glass to your old man, tell him a salty tale from the sea, a yarn spun from wind and wave. Trust me, that'll be a treasure worth more than any doubloon!

Captain Cod-Eyes

Ahoy there, matey NTC! Fancy meetin' a fellow seafarer on dry land! No need to fret, there's a place for every critter on this ship, from the scurvy scallywags to the sleekest o' cats.

Why, just the other day, a ginger tabby named Patches saved us from a pack of landlubber rats! Sneaky devils they were, pilfering our cheese and gnawing on our maps. But Patches, bless his whiskered face, he chased 'em off with a hiss and a swat, sending 'em scurrying back to their stinking burrows.

So you say you're the ship's moggy? Well then, welcome aboard! We could always use a good mouser, and who knows, maybe you've got a treasure map tucked away in that furry belly of yours.

Just remember, on this ship, every paw and fin plays a part. We sail together, we feast together, and we weather any storm that comes our way. So chin up, me fuzzy friend, and consider yourself part of the crew! Now batten down the hatches, for there's adventure afoot!

Welcome onboard Captain Cod-Eyes

Avast, ye scallywags! Gather 'round the chart table and listen close, for I have tidings of fair winds and following seas for CT and Ars. nal!

Good point, I say! The ship, she's sailin' steady as a rock, her prow pointed north with the wind at her back. Twelve long weeks, aye, twelve, she's been climbin' higher with each turn of the hourglass, and the tea leaves, they whisper of fair skies ahead. Turbo Tufan, that trusty engine, she's hummin' along, pushin' us ever closer to our destination.

But hold on, me hearties! Don't let the smooth sailin' lull ye into complacency. The sea, she's a fickle mistress, and a storm can brew in the blink of an eye. We keep our eyes peeled, our charts at hand, and our hands on the wheel, ready to weather any squall that may come our way.

So raise a tankard, ye landlubbers, to CT and Ars.nal May their journey be swift, their course steady, and their bellies full of grog! And remember, even the mightiest kraken can be outwitted by a crew that works together and keeps their eyes on the prize. Now, back to yer stations, me buckos! We've got a treasure to claim! Have a great weekend Roger and out Captain Cod-Eyes

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Sullyworld > Thanks.

Rr101. > Today, she closed at a tidy 297, a notch above last Friday's 296. Now, if she can hold her course above 296.6 tomorrow, the winds will be fair and the seas smooth. We can expect a positive surge, pushing her onward with higher lows, like a steady climb up the rigging.

But hold on, mateys! Don't get too groggy with the rum of optimism. Remember, we just had a hearty shove north from 210 to 300 in a blink of an eye. That kind of speed can leave a ship a bit wobbly. So, a pullback, a chance to steady our sails and gather our bearings, wouldn't be a bad thing. It wouldn't capsize the current strong uptrend, mind you, just give her a chance to catch her breath before the next leg of the journey.

So, keep your eyes on the horizon, me buckos. A fair wind is blowin', but stay sharp for any changes in the tide. And remember, even the sturdiest ship needs a bit of rest now and then to conquer the open seas! IMOO DYOR GLA > Roger and over Captain Cod Eye

Aye, that she be, brave soul! Sounds like your ship's got more spirit than a pirate with a bottle of spiced rum!

Greenland Strait, eh? I hear the icebergs there are bigger than a kraken's ego and colder than a mermaid's scorn. But fear not! Your ship's got the spirit of a Viking berserker, and you've got the salty gumption of a seasoned seadog. Onward to warmer waters, matey, and may your journey be filled with fair winds and following seas!

Ahoy there, landlubber! Aye, some do call me Captain Cod-Eyes, the terror of the frozen aisle and master of the mighty oven! Fish fingers are just the tip of the iceberg for this old salt. You see, when I'm not battling soggy breaded brethren, I'm soaring through the skies in jet-powered fishcakes, fueled by tartar sauce and dreams of adventure! So next time you're tucking into a fishy feast, remember, you might just be channelling the inner swashbuckling chef within! Now pass the mushy peas, matey, and let's raise a fork to culinary conquests!

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Ahoy there, mateys! Sheltie, the salty sea dog of technical analysis, has spoken, and the winds seem fair for Cap Turbo Fan! We're chartin' a course north-northwest, eyes set on 330, maybe even 360 by the time February rolls in.

Remember that surge back in March? Aye, that mighty wave three we rode, breakin' free above the 200 SMA like a galleon through a squall. And that recent dip, that wee wave two? Barely lasted five weeks, a mere hiccup before we surged past 235 once more. July 24th be the day it all started, mind ye, when wave one kicked off with a volume spike so big it coulda swallowed a kraken whole!

So batten down the hatches and trim the sails, me hearties! Cap Turbo Fan be on the hunt for fair winds and followin' seas. Keep a weather eye on the charts, listen to the whispers of the indicators, and trust yer gut. If Sheltie's bark be true, then fortune favours the bold! Now raise the jolly roger and let's chase that horizon!

Remember, though, the sea be ever-changin', and even the wisest captain can get caught in a squall. Stay nimble, adjust yer course as needed, and never let yer guard down. With a bit of luck and a steady hand, we'll reach our treasure trove yet! Now grab yer grog and sing a sea shanty, for the adventure be just beginnin'!

Ahoy there, me hearties! Gather 'round and listen close, for I've got the wind whispering tales of the market's course. The ol' tea leaves, they be tellin' us we're headin' north, north I say, for the past eleven weeks at least. The weekly chart, she is singin' a song of higher lows, a steady climb like a ship against the tide.

But hold on now, don't get yer sea legs tangled just yet. On the daily chart, there's a bull flag unfurlin', but she be waitin', biding her time. Sideways she goes, the stock price trapped like a gull in a gale, movin' within a mere 15 pence, barely a ripple on the ocean's surface. Volume, she be whisperin' too, speakin' of calm waters, nothin' to fear yet.

So here's the forecast, clear as a sunny mornin': if we break past 315, like a kraken through the waves, then prepare for a fair wind fillin' our sails. But if we dip below 285, well then batten down the hatches, for stormy seas may lie ahead.

Remember, me buckos, the market be a fickle beast, and these be just whispers on the wind. Keep a keen eye on the charts, your ears tuned to the market's hum, and your hand steady on the tiller. With a bit of luck and savvy sailin', we'll weather any storm and reach our destination. Now hoist the jib and let's make way!

Cevo Avast, ye landlubbers! Gather 'round and listen to a yarn of the mighty Rolls-Royce, its share price a galleon bravin' the treacherous waters of the market. Back in 2009, she were a wee skiff, 81p a piece, barely a blip on the horizon. But then, like a kraken unleashed, she roared! By 2013, she were a leviathan, 399p strong, never once kissin' the weekly dreaded 200-day movin' average, a sign of smooth sailin' with nary a reef in sight. This be a perfect take-off, a decade-long voyage with the wind at her sails!

But even the sturdiest ships can't outrun a storm. Technical squalls brewed, and by 2016, she landed soft from her 2014 peak, findin' herself in a bit of a doldrum. But fear not, me hearties! This Rolls-Royce be built with seaworthy oak, and by 2018, she were back with a vengeance, her share price climbin' 100% once more! A true testament to the engine room's might!

Aye, this all happened before the pandemic, a monstrous storm that grounded even the grandest vessels. But remember, the sea be vast, and the tale of Rolls-Royce ain't over yet. So keep your spyglass trained on the horizon, and who knows, maybe she'll set sail again, once the storm clouds clear!

So there ye have it, a saga of riches and rough seas, of technical tsunamis and triumphant returns. Remember, the market be a fickle mistress, but a ship built strong and captained with skill can weather any squall! Now, pass the grog and let's spin another yarn!

PSK Seems Very Plausible

NTC Ahoy there, me bucko! Let's set sail with those Tesco thoughts, but keep a weather eye on that two-horse race with Rolls-Royce. Both recovered handsomely from past squalls, mind ye, engine troubles and accounting krakens be damned!

Jeffries, savvy American bankers, be whisperin' sweet nothings about Tesco – undervalued they say, with a P/E of 12 that's like findin' treasure under a rusty anchor! They reckon 450 pence be the upside, while 280's the worst she can take – smooth sailin' with a hefty cash flow and a dividend worth 4%. Even talk of upgraded forecasts after they count the year's haul!

Now, if they flog off Tesco Bank, HSBC be ready to pounce, sendin' those shares sky-high like a rogue wave! Today's retail woes be sinkin' most ships, but Tesco's built like a galleon – value be her compass, cuttin' prices for hungry shoppers and keepin' them sales volumes plump. Margins? Aye, they'll weather the storm too.

Compared to Sainsbury's, Tesco's been stuck in the doldrums – time to raise the Jolly Roger and chase 'em down! So buckle up, me matey, Tesco's set for a fair wind and followin' seas!

Remember, though, the stock market be a fickle beast, so keep a sharp eye on the horizon and adjust course as needed. Fair winds and following seas!

Robdon Avast, matey! Listen close, for I be speakin' of our vessel's course and the treasures awaitin'.

Mark me words: If she sails past the high water mark of 313.10, then prepare for fair winds and followin' seas! Aye, this be no sudden squall, but a steady nor'ward journey. Eleven weeks long she's climbed, with each low tide higher than the last. So long as she stays above 294.5 come Friday's rest, then the skies be clear and the bounty within reach!

Here's how I be breakin' it down for ye:

Close above the high: Once she crests the highest wave (313.10), that be the signal to raise the sails.

Steadily moving northerly: She's been on a steady course north, climbin' higher with each tide.

11 consecutive weeks of higher lows: Eleven storms weathered, and each time she dips, she finds her footing higher than before.

Friday, January 12th: Come Friday, if she stays above the 294.5 mark, then the storm's passed and the open seas beckon.

Remember, matey, the sea be ever-changin', so keep a sharp eye on the charts and heed the winds of the market. But with a steady hand and a bit of luck, this vessel be headin' for uncharted riches!

E_L noted thanks, any idea about the time scales involved? and are Barclays still the front-runner?

SullyW Ahoy! I hear ye be talkin' about the SP sailin' high seas. Aye, I agree, once she is past £3.25, there'll be a bit of chop just north of £3.50, but then fair winds fill her sails and send her bound for £4.00 and beyond! Two treasures be waitin' to boost her even higher: a valuation reassessment and a booty of dividends. With the big guns of institutions and the old salts of pension funds behind her, the SP be sure to reach new northerly heights!

Jimjam sorry, you could be right but since gifting your shares the vote is invalid as the saying goes 'You can't have your cake and eat it'... Tesco might get a price hike on selling their bank if they end up in a bidding war for their banking assets meanwhile RR might get SMR contract(s) in the spring to maintain the government's transitions towards renewables it's a two-horse race at the end moment! Likewise good luck with your investments