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Excitement erupted in the village last evening when it was rumoured that no less than Lord Palmerston himself was staying as a weekend guest at the Hall. With mounting anticipation of a glimpse of the Great Man, we all scurried down to the gates after attending the Methodist chapel. Alas, when Sir Jasper's carriage emerged it was plain that he was accompanied merely by some hick. Oh well, back to the needlework.

My dear father, Mr Keeper, has received word from the Hall that he must work the lock with lightning speed. And Ned has been instructed to fetch Champion the Wonder Horse, who was enjoying a well-earned retirement in the field behind Mr Patel's shop after 30 years of pulling barges, and train him to gallop faster than the Derby winner! It seems that the Hon. Basil (Mark1), piqued by the failure of his sixpence, has expressed a wish to go water skiing upon the canal. But worse! Whispers amongst the servants are that Sir Jasper, with his huge shareholding, is to take the entire venture private! Oh No! My dear mother, Mrs Keeper, and I are in consternation. Will this mean that we shall be denied the delights of Tyndrum, about which Miss Wemyss was telling us in such rapture only last week? Poor us! Poor Champion!

You'd think so, wouldn't you, Samson. But this is AIM. I gave up trying to make any sense of AIM about 7 years ago. For one thing, I'd always assumed in my naivety that a company releasing very good news would make its share price go up, not down!

Beat me to it, Eck. I was going to reply to Samson with the single word 'Yes'.

Oh, Mr Rockhead, Miss Wemyss has indeed returned from Tyndrum. My dear mother, Mrs Keeper, and I visited Mr Patel's shop yesterday to purchase some delightful embroidery threads, and there we found Miss Wemyss in a state of marvel as she telling Mrs Grimm of her day trip to this wondrous new tourist destination. It seems as though she has engaged in a Grand Tour in miniature. Mr Patel, who has some knowledge of investment, was dismissive of the claims by the Hon. Basil (Mark 1) that the sixpence he was given by his Godfather (none other than the Old Duke himself), and which he placed in this Scottish venture, is money lost. So confident is Mr Patel of the enterprise's success that he has purchased, at a substantial premium I might say, the souvenir which Miss Wemyss brought back with her. �21,000 is surely a huge sum to pay for Andy Stewart's Greatest Hits!!

Multiple identities? Oh, No! My innocence is rent in twain! It cannot be! Sir Graham? Graham Patel? But, far, far worst of all, the idea of Miss Graham Wemyss? Can we hold nothing dear to our hearts? I must seek solace in the bosoms of my dear parents, Mr and Mrs Graham Keeper.

I fear, though, Mr Rockhead, that the Spartacii will now be drowned out by competing cries of "I am Basil !"

Oh, there have been such unpleasant scenes in the village this Easter weekend. Another young man has arrived by barge, claiming to be the real Hon. Basil and the rightful heir to Sir Jasper's estate and his vast shareholding in some Scottish tourism venture or other. So now we have two Hon. Basils in our midst. Naturally, the one whom we have always known as the Hon. Basil (the one who is big and bad) has not received this interloper well at all. There was a quite ugly scene as he and Sir Jasper left the Hall by coach yesterday. The new Hon. Basil was waiting at the gates and the two of them began shouting "Ya boo!" at each other. Miss Wemyss, who happened to be passing, was quite flustered by this unseemly behaviour. We humble folk do not know what to make of all these goings-on. The original Hon Basil has, in any case, been behaving most oddly since he was "sent down" by his school. He has struck up a most unlikely friendship with the Village Idiot. The two of them are rarely seen one without the other. And whatever the Village Idiot says, the Hon. Basil agrees with, and vice versa. My dear father, Mr Keeper, says that it is not the business of we humble folk to question the doings of Our Betters. But I have to say that I am not surprised that Lady Hermione has been residing these many years in the private asylum if she brought into the world not one Hon. Basil, but two. And why was Ned's predecessor as stable lad, one by name of Silas, dismissed by Sir Jasper at the same time that Lady Hermione left the Hall?

How weird! I've already typed a reply to Mr Rockhead, hit 'Post' and it promptly disappeared never to be seen. So I'll try again. I may have been misunderstood. I wasn't in the least suggesting that anyone would put up money without PP. My point was that surely some exploratory discussions could have been held with prospective funders during the long months that the planning process took, entirely upon the basis that commitment by them would be conditional upon the achievement of PP. No PP, no funds. It seems strange if such hypothetical conversations could not be undertaken at all and no searching for funding could begin until the day after the Park held its planning meeting.

... Critical Path Analysis? It was the Big Thing on management training courses back in the 1970s. I have no idea if it's taught these days. The principle being that you have various strands of activity underway at the same time until they converge at a final moment. Applied to SGZ, I've been surprised that Funding has not been negotiated CONDITIONAL UPON planning permission being granted, rather than - seemingly, but I may stand to be corrected - waiting until that permission is in place and then going out looking for Funding.

As RM says, "This is the AIM we love and know". Just before lunch I was casually looking at the trades in another AIM concern, in which I have no personal stake. Over just the last four days there has been the proverbial "sea of red". Over �2.5 million worth of Sells, against about �500,000 of Buys. And the price has held rock steady! Explain that if you can!

I have never seen Miss Wemyss in such a state of excitement. It seems she has obtained a ticket from Virgin Barges for the first day trip from the Worcestershire Arm to Tyndrum and back. She says it will be even more inspiring than the day she went to Bromsgrove. We in the village are thrilled for her and will await her return with armfuls of shortbread, be-kilted stuffed Scottie dogs and the libretto of Andy Stewart's Greatest Hits for a sing-song around the harmonium.

A sunny spring morn in South Worcestershire. As is our custom, my dear parents, Mr and Mrs Keeper, and I attended the Methodist Chapel, along with the little baby, Eck, whom I had discovered on the canal towpath on returning from my extended holiday at the home of my stern Aunt Maud. It was an especially invigorating service today. We began it with the singing of Hymn 447, which Miss Wemyss played upon the harmonium with much gusto. And then the Reverend Grimm announced that he was taking as his text for today Daniel, Chapter 7, Verse 6... "And lo... the beast had also four heads; and dominion was given to it". It has all quite set me up for the week ahead.

What nincompoop would exercise 45 options or 450,000 options for 40p each, when the share price on here is showing at 29.50p?

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"you have had a go at everyone on this BB" Not Miss Wemyss..

Ah, Mr Rock Head, my dear father, Mr Keeper, and I are relieved at your explanation that the cause of all this consternation is nothing more than that the Hon. Basil has been asleep this winter, and that it is only this neglect of his studies that has caused him to be "sent down" and not, after all, any unpleasantness involving matron. We were alarmed to hear him being accused of being a "despicable person". We humble folk from the village are in fear of incurring the wrath of Sir Jasper, upon whom we rely for patronage. None more so than Mr Patel, who provides Sir Jasper with his daily London Times and copious supplies of Amsterdam Shag.

Such upset this morn. The Hon. Basil has been seen foaming at the mouth and ranting that there are onlookers wondering what is going on. Indeed! We humble canal folk do not understand the concerns of Our Betters, but we are alarmed that these may affect the well-being of the lock and the employment of my dear father, Mr Keeper. What IS going on?

I will still never understand why folk SELL at a time like this! OK, if you are dealing in hundreds of thousands of pounds it might make some sense to sell at 30p what you had bought at 25p. But if you are just dealing in a few hundred pounds, whatever is the bloody point?

There's whispers amongst the servants that there has been some unpleasantness concerning the matron at the Hon. Basil's school. Apparently he has been "sent down", because today he has reappeared here on the estate.