I’m told that one of those excellent chaps from Campbell Dallas finally got a chance for a dignified sit-down on Wednesday.
The Churchillian conclave was with the Serious Professional and one of his Quintessentially British colleagues.
Moreover, I believe that the fellow from the auditing form was the same superstar who was the main man is this particular professional triumph.
Of course, I’m sure that the Fitba Fourth Estate will be able to spin the term “constitutes professional incompetence” in a way that lays the blame fairly and squarely on the shoulders of Neil Francis Lennon.
I’m told that there was some high-Level guidance for the stenographers attending the Sevco presser yesterday.
They were told about what subjects were off limits.
Amazingly, one of those in attendance decided to try this journalism lark and actually asked a relevant question!
I’m told the look of incredulity on the face of Mr Lee Wallace was down to the fact that it had been stated beforehand that the subject was verboten.
I do not know the identity of the person who asked the forbidden question.
Now, if only there was a grass in the room…
We shouldn’t be too harsh on Mr Wallace if he does not know the meaning of the word “liquidation”, as the vast majority of those working on sports desks in Glasgow clearly don’t either.
Meanwhile, the cash flow issue at the Holding Company Vehicle still requires a major infusion of liquidity before the end of this month.
I was saddened to learn that there was some dignified ire in the Sevco High Command apropos the recent story of mine.
That was the exclusive about a rift among the RIFC directors as to who will stump up this time.
To recap, one of the more reliable Blue Room cheque writers stated that he would put in £1m to meet the most recent shortfall, but not a penny more.
There was no agreement on who will contribute the remainder and my information that the issue had been Parked.
However, it will need to be addressed sooner rather than later.
I do realise that the idea that Sevco has a cash flow crisis is entirely at variance with the fluffy feel-good narrative that is extant in the radar press.
However, that says much more about the stenographers than it does about your humble correspondent dear reader.