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Why are you still working when across the very breadth of the land every beaming fellow not sick abed is warming his glowing reverse fore a Christmas hearth with his employer's blessing slapped heartily against his back? Get you home! There's steaming mead, sugared fruits and Molly and the children giddy to see you unwrap your new pipe. Get you home - and here's tuppence to light the faces of those ragged-trousered carol singers rapping on your door amid the first confetti of snow. |
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| The pound is hovering around the 50 mark. That's mark as in indication or sigil, not the currency, around which hovering is discouraged by treaty. |
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The BRITON'S SCIENCE has shewn that The Weekly, the magazine which strives to maintain Britain's standards, has topped* one million readers since 1871.
"I love my frog!" said MR MILLINGTON of this mathematically inevitable achievement.
MR NASH added: "This is a triumph and that is a trumpet. I learned the difference from a book."
* Though not, of course, in the sense of assassination. The Weekly has had cause to assassinate no more than a handful of unsatisfactory employees and some readers. |
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Sup from the issue broth with the random ladle. New issue every time, subject to blind unfavouring chance. |
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| His View of the Gorge |
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And she's still not yet hit the bottom. |
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| This chap's purchased an OFFICIAL THE WEEKLY T-SHAPED SHIRT and now he's working off his shame at indulging in such wasteful extravagance. You too may display similar penitence, and perhaps press hot coins guiltily into the hands of a stooped clerk for a copy of MR MILLINGTON's improving books Things About Which My Girlfriend And I Have Argued, A Certain Chemistry, Love and Other Near-Death Experiences and Instructions For Living Someone Else's Life, by patronising the The Weekly Corner Shop corner shop. Items despatched under plain wrapper, school-boys will be chased from the premises with a broom. |
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Game: Kiss-the-Stick.
Played chiefly in: Shepton Mallet.
Objective: Kiss the stick.
Obstacles: Stick rapping face.
Rating: Hilarious. |
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| Keep your hair on, consarn ye, trail-dude tenderfoot, by gum and Custer's whiskers. Form the wagons into a circle, Mr Grimsdaaale, I'm taking the cannon for a stroll. No, I don't want my hat, the sun's pleasantly hot on my temples. |
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