- Feb 1, 2005
Good morning ITK'ers. Apologies for the latenesss of the thread, even great men need to rest
Today we bring you an insight into our Chairman.
Anyone remember the kiddies programme, Playschool? Because today we're going back in time. We're going back to 1972, to a detached house, somewhere in Essex.........
Little Danny Levy (ironically, he'd be known as this for all his life) had just turned 10 and as a treat his parents had allowed him to take a break from studying the atomic dynamics of protracted negotiations to watch the television for a couple of hours.
He clapped excitedly as the BBC TV announcer said 'Hello kiddies......now it's Playschool'......The programme began with it's usual mantra "A house, with a door, 1 2 3 4, ready to play, what's the day? It's..."
"Deadline Day!" shouted Litte Danny, clapping. 'How many more times must I tell you Daniel?' said his mother, who we'll call Ma Levy....... 'It's Playschool........Your supposed to shout Playschool, enough with the silly piffle about Deadline Day, whatever that is'
'Sorry mummykins' said Little Danny. 'I'll try to remember' without taking his eyes off the screen. The presenter was just coming to the end of a short story about Little Ted and Jemima doing something he didn't understand but he was sure Little Ted's fingers would really be rather smelly. Next up was the story.........
'Ok children......which window will we go through today' said the presenter.......Will it be the round window? Or maybe the square window? How about the arched window?'
"The Transfer Window!" shouted Little Danny. This annoyed Ma Levy. "Daniel, that's enough, turn that television off, that wasn't even one of the choices........what on earth is deadline day?'
"I don't know mummy" said Little Danny Levy. "Something made me say it, I don't know why"
"Well stop being so silly. Now then, go back to your room, you won't learn about the quantum mechanics of brinkmanship sitting here in front of the television, none of this window business well ever be of use to you'
Litte Danny turned off the TV and walked up the stairs. As he did so he turned to his mother, who was sat with her back to him, darning a sock. His eyes went a strange bright red colour and an evil look came across his face.
"We'll see mummy, we'll see..........."