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Situation: As Mr The Prime Minister Spencer Perceval, strolling through the House of Commons lobby; approached by bankrupt merchant John Bellingham armed with a pistol.
Attitude: Cool.
Solution: Disarm Bellingham by jabbing ferrule of umbrella into inside of his wrist; step forward, putting whole weight behind single blow with palm of hand beneath ribcage, flipping Bellingham backwards through a window; turn to Bellingham's gang of ninja assassins, dab handkerchief to lips and say, "Well, gentlemen, shall we see for whom the division bell tolls?" |
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Statistically, we are 750 times more likely to be hit by an asteroid than we are to win the lottery. As someone wins the lottery every Saturday and every Wednesday, that means that fifteen hundred people a week in Britain must get hit by an asteroid. It is, then, a national disgrace that the list of charities which benefit from lottery money doesn't include a single Asteroid Help Line. The whole damn system is rotten to the core, I tell you. |
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 I am the Master Of Riddles. Can you untangle my devious glottic knots? |
Hoddy Doddy with a round body
Three feet and a wooden hat.
What's that?
Answer: It is two vikings, one hopping, making their way backwards through snow to confuse pursuers until they reach a suitable place for a decisive ambush. |
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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.
"Undoubtedly it's MR NASH's unique vision that has kept The Weekly committed to such a tiny, tiny font," said MR MILLINGTON of this mathematically inevitable achievement.
MR NASH added: "That urchin stole my gruel."
* Though not, of course, in the sense of assassination. The Weekly has had cause to assassinate no more than a slumful of 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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Millington's Face: I Am Going To Die
In which MR MILLINGTON ends his life on the ocean wave. |
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Telegraph-text
One hundred pages of information and distraction from The Weekly's pioneering telegraph-text service. By the Combine, MR S HOBBS, MR H PATERSON and MR M SULLIVAN. (Javascript- only.) |
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Earth Focus
Science looks to the world of tomorrow. |
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Derek's Day
Wednesday, probably. No, wait - Thursday, as Wednesday was that mix- up at the canteen with the sausage and mash, then the church garrotting. |
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| A Medical Inspection |
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But you have cancer. Of the head. |
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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: Conquers.
Played chiefly in: Leek.
Objective: At heart a normal game of conkers, but enlivened by the players' participating in the style of a famous conqueror from history. Points are awarded for authenticity of impersonation, which may be helped by carefully researched costumes, or, in more informal games, simply made wigs; bonuses can be won by growing your conker in the shape of the miniaturised skill of your chosen conqueror; or retrospectively should you become a conqueror later on. (Address such claims to the national Conquers board, currently in hiding.) It is considered bad form to play if you are already a conqueror, or have conquered specifically for that game.
Obstacles: Fred Harris, who has vowed to destroy the game for largely unknown reasons and is currently at large. Some maintain this adds an element of excitement to Conquers, but not after Harris has run them over with his garden roller.
Rating: Polished. |
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