Nyns eus goon heb lagas, na ke heb scovarn

There is no down without an eye, nor hedge without an ear

CHRISTMAS ISSUE, 2007. Issue 18, 17th December 2007

A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL -- FROM THE CHILDREN OF RELUBBUS
Little Loveday (7) and Archie Andrewartha (8), seen here holding their little baby sister, Tabitha, wish you all -- wherever you may be -- on behalf of all the children of Relubbus, a most cordial
Merry Christmas!

And

a Happy New Year!


Loveday and Archie came first in the junior section of the annual animal torture competition sponsored by the Bin Laden Institute for the Criminally Deranged.

They have been chosen to be the official faces of the 2007 Relubbus Christmas celebrations.



Christmas in Relubbus

Lights cheer the soul amidst the winter snow;
Sweet, hot mulled wine sets faces all aglow.
The scent of turkey wafts across the town,
While children run, contented, up and down.

They pause a moment, time itself stands still;
They think of all sad children, poor or ill,
And conjure up a globe of loving care,
And blow it to those tykes, across the frozen air.
by Theophilus Rosewarne (84)
Gas Meter reader (retired), and part time poet
CHRISTMAS WEATHER FORECAST FOR RELUBBUS
The question in everyone's mind, as every year, is whether there will be a White Christmas.

Of course, the eastern hills grouped around Mount Relubbus -- permanently snow-capped -- can expect their usual thick carpeting of snow at this time of year and so there is no threat to the booming skiing industry, which brings in thousands of winter sports enthusiasts every year to Relubbus International Airport. So scenes like the one on the left, showing a lesson in progress on the lower slopes of Mount Relubbus, are under no threat whatever.

The same predictability applies to the tropical beaches of Praa Sands and Perranuthnoe, which will see further thousands of sun-seeking tourists streaming in to enjoy the cloudless skies, soaring temperatures, and sandy beaches.

The picture on the left shows Praa Sands at its warm and sunny best, early one fine winter morning before all the tourists arrive. The temperature is already 25 degrees Centigrade and can be expected to climb yet further


However, the much bigger big question is whether a snow flake will fall upon the roof of the Greater Relubbus Meteorological Office, which is situated in the middle of Relubbus, not far from Boswedden Lane and a full two miles from either Mount Relubbus or Praa Sands. In order to get an authoritative answer to this big question, the Roundup has spared no expense and despatched its reporters to consult Abu Dabby Jago at Gulval.

Abu, shown here on the left, a shelf-stacker for Morrisons by day, is also the leader of an extremist Methodist fundamentalist grouping. He is reputedly in daily contact with the Almighty and claims that he "looks after weather matters for Him". Abu was sadly non-committal about snow prospects for central Relubbus, stating that he hadn't made up his mind yet whether he would organise snow. He advised us to wait until the day and then we would see what he had decided. So will it snow, or won't it? We'll just have to wait and see!


BREWING MONKS TO FOUND "MONKERY" IN RELUBBUS
By Social Correspondent Rendell Janner
At the Greater Relubbus Urban Council (GRUC) meeting on Tuesday, Council Leader Billy Spargo announced that he had contacted the Abbot of the celebrated Kloster Andechs monastery in Bavaria, famed for its production of high-class liqueurs and beers, with an invitation to found a sister (or should that be "brother") "monkery" in Relubbus.

The new monastery will be a copy of the original Kloster Andechs monastery (shown on the left).

According to Cllr. Spargo, the new "monkery" and brewery will stimulate employment in the area. It will be administered by skilled German monk-brewers who will relocate from Bavaria. However, as many of these do not speak English, a substantial number of novice monks will be recruited from the local population, to assist with the brewing and to "interface" with the local population.

It seems, though, that the prospect of celibacy does not appeal to Relubbus young men. Petroc Jelbert (17) said, "I've 'eard that to become a monk you duh 'ave to 'ave yer knackers sawed off. I 'ent 'avin' thaat! Me an' muh girlfren' duh 'ave 3 kids already, an' we're plannin' tuh 'ave more!"

However, it appears that since the announcement, 2048 local married men have applied to become brewing monks.

WHO PAID FOR SPARGO'S MADEIRAN LOVE-NEST?
By Jan ("Mad") Carew, Private Eye Investigative Journalist of the Year 2007, on Madeira

The luxury seaside villa on the left is thought to be owned by none other than the controversial leader of the Greater Relubbus Urban Council, Billy Spargo. The villa is situated in a prime location in the exclusive village of Skollob, on the north coast of Madeira. According to locals, in recent weeks Councillor Spargo has been spotted in the village (heavily disguised as an ancient mariner), strolling arm-in-arm with Cecilia, the estranged wife of French President Nicholas Sarcozy.

Luxury villas in this area of Madeira typically sell for sums in excess of £8M, and questions are already being asked by Spargo's political opponents about how Cllr. Spargo was able to afford such a property, given that his family undertaking business is known to be close to bankruptcy. There have even been rumours of an "unofficial", unsecured, loan from Relubbus Central Bank Governor Mervyn Spargo.

Cllr. Spargo has long been a target of rumour and innuendo, but thus far has always managed to outmanoeuvre his enemies, hiding behind a cloak of evasion, disingenuousness, and half-truths. Indeed, in the Relubbus council chamber he is known as "Mr Asbestos", because he is thought to be fire-proof. However, is this latest financial irregularity the final straw that could break the camel's back? Could Spargo's long and undistinguished career be about to end in scandal and disgrace? Watch this space for further developments!

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Getting to know Relubbus
Why is Boswedden Lane so named? Boswedden Lane is named after William Boswedden. Surprisingly, some people in Relubbus have not heard of this formidable polymath, so we present here a small pen picture of the great man.

William Boswedden was born at a very young age. In fact, he was not even one when he entered this world in 18th century Relubbus. His parents, Wakfer and Mirdaddio, were very poor gold merchants. This simply means that they weren't very good at it, but at least they had money.


Mirdaddio conceived the young William after many years of trying; Wakfer too had been very trying. All their efforts came to fruition with William's birth, when Mirdaddio was aged 42 and when Wakfer was aged 81.


William achieved early greatness at the tender age of 7, when he weighed in at 12 stone. It was true that he was hungry for knowledge, but true also that he was always hungry for food.

Pictured here on the left at birth, William was a sombre little fellow who, in between eating, soaked up knowledge like a sponge. Before he was 9, he was fluent in 14 languages, including Japanese, even without books or any instruction in the language.

By the age of 10, he had achieved a weight of just over 26 stone. In between eating, he managed to complete some of his most magical musical compositions, including the highly soporific 6-and-a-half-hour symphony for solo bass drum. But his restless spirit did not confine itself to the world of music, for he also began to experiment in the natural sciences. He developed a colour television set, which was perfect in every way. Sadly there were no broadcast television programmes for him to receive in those days.


By the age of 13, William weighed in at just under 40 stone. Never much of a socialiser or given to any sport other than competitive eating, at which he excelled, William was now incapable of independent movement. He was kept in a re-inforced and covered wagon in front of the parental home. This wagon afforded him some mobility and, given the waste-hole included in its construction, enabled him to be hosed down regularly.


Thus he lived, confined to his wagon, for another 60 years. He ate continuously, achieving a dead weight of 94 stones. However, he also continued to make great contributions to the cultural and economic life of Relubbus. He wrote countless poems, 32 plays, composed 72 symphonies -- all for the same instrument -- and invented the motor car, the telephone, and the Ipod, together with several other as yet undiscovered items.


His furious intellectual and eating activities did not impede his sex life. In his teens, he displayed a great fondness for badgers, which he was always careful not to squash. As an adult, he married four times and fathered 16 children.


After his death Boswedden Lane was so named in his honour. It is now the most sought-after address in Relubbus and is home to much of the diplomatic community here.
Plans to erect a monument to William in Boswedden Lane have always been deferred for cost reasons. The Council has now agreed that, provided that a statue is not made life-size, but merely miniature, one can be erected at the top of Boswedden Lane, in the flower bed next to the gents' toilets.
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Neither Larry nor Steve has used in the past six weeks and they both have seen a doctor -- albeit at a distance -- within the past year or so. You can be sure that hygiene is their first and last thought.


On the left, one can see the grand entrance to the hotel, which, uniquely in the entire world, is entered from the river.

Health and safety are the watchwords at this hotel, (situated as it is on the Grey river floodplain) and a rope is thrown to any guest trying to make it through the sometimes treacherous currents to the front door. Once the guest makes it to the sumptuous antechamber, which is complete with floor, walls and broadleaf roof, he is instantly relieved of all monies required to cover the anticipated costs of his stay and then shown to his quarters.


You will have gathered that this is no ordinary hotel. It is administered according to the finest and highest principles of hygiene, ecology, and gay pride. Larry is quick to point out that, although the hotel's ambience has been specially designed to make gays feel at home, that doesn't mean that anyone else isn't welcome. He insists that the welcome mat will be rolled out for anyone who books in, regardless of age, gender, creed, and sexual orientation. The only requirement is that they pay the bill up front. The cost of a room is £4,500 per day. This might seem a little costly, but it does cover the cost of everything.


Larry (pictured left) says, "Everything at the hotel is natural. We don't cook -- we go searching for "edibles" within a radius of half a mile from the hotel. What we find, we give the guests -- uncooked so as to preserve the goodness. We always offer luscious grasses, sometimes there will be a tastey mollusc or two and, as a special (for an additional fee), we will venture up to the A30 for roadkill, though the guests must prepare the food themselves, as it would not be kosher for us to do it. There are no gadgets or radios or televisions in our rooms -- everything is "natural" -- we use no electricity. Guests can hear the sounds of the rushing water -- of any falling rain, which they might also be able to feel, if it permeates through the broadleaf roof. They will be close to nature and their souls will be refreshed by their stay with us."

Eager to please and enrich the lives of others, Larry and Steve have given up their own room in the hotel and have retired to a nearby caravan to allow some lucky guest to enjoy the unspoilt natural glory of one of their rooms. However, once hailed, they are never more than five minutes away and will always be there to welcome new guests and take their payments for a stay at this unforgettable hotel.


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RELUBBUS CENTRAL BANK ACTS TO QUELL PANIC
By Business Correspondent Duane Polkinghorne
The Relubbus Central Bank (RCB) has had to step in an attempt to dispel further customer fears about the troubled Western Rock bank. A few weeks ago, angry investors queued for hours to withdraw their funds from the Western Rock in Relubbus High Street, following persistent rumours that the bank was financially insolvent due to unwise investment in the American "prime" mortgage market. It seemed that the crisis had been averted after assurances from the Western Rock CEO that all was well.

However, it seems that investors were not convinced. New queues began to form outside the Western Rock yesterday, and the bank's board were forced to call for assistance from the Central Bank.

Relubbus Central Bank Governor Mervyn Spargo said yesterday, "Crisis? What crisis? The Central Bank has vast reserves of £248.98, all of which it has made available to Western Rock. Problem solved."
LONELY HEARTS
Alas for those without the flame of love!
But help arrives from guiding gods above,
Who beckon to the hav'n of affection --
Safely to be enjoyed, without infection!

Letitia Tonkin is an amazing 17 year old, who, at first sight, appears to be a bundle of contradictions. She works part time as a receptionist at a garage on the Long Rock Industrial Estate. The other half of the day she works as a Tarot card reader at the Pengarth Day Care Centre in Morrab Gardens. As far as relationships go, she describes herself as "an experimentalist", having had partners of both sexes and of widely varying ages. (The oldest was 94!)

The mother of three children, Letitia now dreams of finding a perfect father to her kids (and maybe we'll have some more!). She would like an enterprising young man with his own business -- maybe an ice cream van. She is fond of telly and of reading HEAT and Hello magazines and would appreciate a young man who would share these interests with her. If your heart is thumping at the thought of Letitia, then Box 4582 is the one for you.

Maurice Treglown (42) is an aspiring male model from Bone Valley, where he lives quietly with his tame fox, Billy, and his widowed mother, Agatha (75). Over the past couple of decades, modelling assignments in and around Heamoor have been thin on the ground and the resultant lack of income has cramped Maurice's style. He is still waiting to have his first relationship and, given his total lack of experience, is not sure of his orientation. He points out that of the two important beings in his life so far, one of them, Billy, is male and the other, his mother, is female, and he gets along well with both of them. Maurice would ideally like to make a friend from Bone Valley (possibly from the caravan park?), but for the right person he would be prepared to come into Heamoor. If you would like to help this shy young man make his first excursion into the world of relationships, then Box 6521 is the one.

Maude Pierce (33) is a confident young woman who has opened her own solicitor's practice in Hayle. Unusually for someone in the legal profession, she is also a practising witch and, although she would like to find a partner equally interested in Wicca, she has yet to meet a Wiccan male who appeals to her. She has a grey cat, called "Smokey", and a budgerigar called "Mr Pubes".

Maude is a keen pianist and practises for at least one hour each day. She is an accomplished home-maker and bakes mouth-watering cakes, having come first two years running in the Goldsithney nude home baking championships. Maude describes herself as "a bit of a goer" and says that she has very strong physical needs. Being forthright, she adds that she does not mind if she has more than one partner, if they don't mind either. Box 9924 if she is your type of girl.

Trencrom "Betty" Behenna (32) has been one of the more colourful and best known members of the Crowlas gay scene. Betty is a monumental mason by day, specialising in granite tombstones, and a drag queen by night, specialising in anything in Crowlas wearing trousers.

Betty's family has been making Cornish ice cream for many decades and he was destined to take his place at the head of the family firm. However, his life was changed at a stroke. Before Betty ever knew that he was gay, he was once serving at the family ice cream parlour in Porthleven, when a young man came in and asked for a double scoop. Their eyes met and in an instant Betty had fallen for him. He eloped to Crowlas, the acknowledged centre of fairly wild gay lifestyles, to live with the young man and took up monumental masonry to earn his living. In time, a matter of two weeks, promiscuity had set in and Betty had soon worked his way through the entire gay community of Crowlas.

Now a more sober being, entirely confident in his sexuality, Betty would like to meet one young man with whom he could share the rest of his life. If you think that Betty could be the start of your new life, then write to him at Box 4591.

Lucinda Polkinghorne (26) describes herself as a professional lady who supports herself by living on her talents. Originally from Colinsey Road on the Treneere Estate in Penzance and a graduate of Lescudjack School, she has moved to occupy plush premises and consulting rooms in Morrab Road, Penzance -- (just a few doors down from the Library -- 2nd bell).

Lucinda has a bath at least twice a day and is proud of her state of cleanliness, regardless of the disgusting condition of some of those she may have been consorting with during the day.

She also takes pride in the fact that all are equally welcome in her establishment, provided that they can stump up the requisite £2.50 per half hour.

Of course, all this energetic economic activity has but one goal and that is to find Lucinda's perfect partner for the rest of her life. If you think that this could be you, then take your £2.50 round to the Morrab Road establishment (just a few doors down from the Library!). Box 1923

IN THE NEXT BUMPER ISSUE
  • SPECIAL NEW YEAR EDITION!
  • FEMALE FUNDAMENTALISTS ARE REVOLTING
  • EXCLUSIVE: ROY ORBISON IS DEAD
  • SPOTLIGHT ON ALTERNATIVE THERAPIES IN RELUBBUS
  • GERRY HATRICK’S OLDER LADIES' ESCORT AGENCY
  • PLANNING NEWS: MOUNT RELUBBUS TO BE COVERED WITH CARAVANS?
  • And much, much more!

Issue 17, 3rd December 2007

ALIEN LIFE FORM IS CAPTURED IN BOSWEDDEN LANE!
By Science Correspondent Wee Willy MacTodger

Huge excitement is sweeping like a tidal wave through the global scientific community, as Relubbus scientists have revealed that they have "captured" an alien life form -- a veritable green man.

The picture on the left shows the green man being questioned by Professor Pascoe Trevithick and his attractive young lab assistant, Linda Hollow.

The green man has revealed that his name is "Dxyzhyrzhxd", but he would like henceforth to be known as "Ron". "Ron" referred to the far-reaching fame of Relubbus society, which, magnet-like, has drawn thousands of people to come to live within its borders.

He then went on to say that other worlds -- including his, which is called Glxyrrhyzzidotit -- have heard of the flowering of civilisation which is Relubbus. Ron had taken the decision to leave his home planet and come to live in Relubbus as any other ordinary Relubbus citizen.

Ron was found walking down Boswedden Lane early last Sunday morning by PC Derek Hosking, patrolling on his bicycle.

PC Hosking realised that something was not quite right when he observed that "the gentleman" was not walking so much as gliding over the pavement. He called out and approached the figure, whereupon further closer observation revealed that it had no face, just a head. The total absence of a mouth did not prevent "the gentleman" from speaking, as PC Hosking could hear a voice emanating from it, asking to be taken to the Relubbus men of science.

Professor Trevithick (yes, a direct descendent of he of steam engine fame!) and his attractive young lab assistant, Linda Hollow, were quickly roused from their slumbers and began to examine this stranger from the stars.

Ron appeared to be made from green-coloured knitted material. He had no mouth, no ears, no eyes and no nose. Nor did he have any "tackle down below". Despite the obvious absence of this qualifier for the male gender, the Professor respected the stranger’s desire to be known as Ron.

Both Professor Trevithick and Linda were able to confirm Ron’s ability to speak without a mouth as they could quite clearly "hear" his words/thoughts. Further, despite the fact that he was standing immobile, Linda confirmed that Ron was also executing exploratory caresses upon her person -- such that she soon had to absent herself from the laboratory -- which Ron himself cited as a little demonstration that "I aren’t bent!"

His absence of mouth was mirrored by an absence of any orifice anywhere else on his body. However, this did not prevent Ron from emitting an enormously loud and pungent fart, which caused Professor Trevithick to pass out. He was later rescued by assistants, leaving Ron alone -- immobile and quite content -- in the investigation room.

Ron’s request for asylum is being considered by the Greater Relubbus Urban Council’s powerful Foreign Relations Committee. It is expected that they will agree to his request, but that, given his strangeness, he might be restricted to living in either Hayle or Camborne.
MIXED REVIEW FOR LATEST STAGE GEM FROM TREWIN-CHUDDLEWIT!
By Theatre Correspondent Willy Bender
Yesterday, the pulse of theatrical Relubbus beat faster on the occasion of the first night of the latest work of much celebrated, though controversial, Rosudgeon playwright and plumber, Digby Trewin-Chuddlewit. His latest play is a farce entitled Who ate Megan's goose?

As is usual, the playwright himself took the main part -- that of the lead male, Aubrey Tresidder. The three remaining parts were played by (from the left in the picture) Libby Quick (28) of Wendron, playing Agnes Botterill, Gladys Uren (34) of Heamoor, playing Mary Lutey, and Lavinia Cock (31) of Madron, taking the lead female role of Megan Trevanion.

The hallmark of a play by Digby TC, as he likes to be called, is its sheer unpredictability, together with the apparent unconnectedness of the acts and scenes, a feature on which Poliakoff is known to have drawn heavily. However, the thinness -- indeed absence -- of thematic unity did nothing to dilute the enjoyment of the audience, both of whom laughed hysterically right from curtain up.

The play opens with Tresidder sitting on the toilet -- thinking. We -- the audience -- are allowed to hear Tresidder's mental meanderings, which seem to consist solely of his lustful imaginings involving three ladies. With each of these ladies, he engages in easy and comic banter, but I must confess that, for my personal liking, the playwright has relied far too heavily on double entendres. I believe that I counted the response "That's a hard one" 37 times and even after the third repeat (accompanied always by a knowing look at the audience), it began to lose its comic effect and even began to grate on the mind.

The requirement for each of the ladies to slowly disrobe in front of the audience to the soundtrack of "the Stripper' is an ingredient of any play by Digby TC. I don't intend to be "ageist" in any way when I say that this play was, in that respect, a vast improvement on the previous play, in which all the female parts were taken by nonagenarians. The trim young things in this play were a pleasure to watch and I am sure that the DVD featuring these scenes will sell well.

Libby Quick, in particular, deserves a special mention -- not least because she is my neighbour's daughter. Well done, Libby!

The Tresidder monologue -- which lasted one full hour -- seemed to involve the reading out loud of the Relubbus telephone directory, with pithy comments added when the names are known to Tresidder. I am not sure of the legal position here. Digby TC will doubtless say that it was his character, Tresidder, making the various defamatory remarks, but I doubt that this will wash with the great and the good of Relubbus, whose reputations were thoroughly besmirched, to the great amusement of both members of the audience.

Together with the drama critics of The Times and The Nudist Weekly, I was, as this report must surely suggest, a little disappointed with this latest offering from Digby TC. There were highlights in dialogue, in the revealing dances of the trim young things, and in the even more revealing statements Tresidder made about some leading Relubbus figures, but there was also something tired and formulaic about the "predictability" of the unpredictability. Also, we never did find out who ate Megan's goose!

Willy Bender Theatre Correspondent
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OBITUARIES
RELUBBUS SAYS SAD FAREWELL TO "SOSHUL" POLGLAZE
There was hardly a dry eye in the whole of Relubbus as the time came to bid the final farewell to one of the most colourful characters to have graced the streets of the city. Archilaus "Soshul" Polglaze, who was immensely proud never to have done a day’s work in his long life, died last week at the age of 84 and was yesterday laid to rest in the Relubbus National Cemetery.

Pictured on the left sitting in a chair outside his house in his famous "at rest" position, Soshul liked to observe life. Indeed, those with a long memory will probably recall that this fondness for observation got him into some trouble many years ago when he was apprehended up a drainpipe at St Clare’s Girls School, peering into a shower room while "looking for bats".

Although he did no work himself, he was a very public-spirited man and could even bring himself occasionally to watch other people working. Typical of the generous nature of the man, when he did so, he was unstinting in his free flow of advice as to how they could perform their work a little better.

A man who enjoyed a fine state of physical fitness throughout his life, Soshul was extremely reluctant to jeopardise this state of health through undertaking work of any sort. His sole motivation for so doing was to avoid incurring any sort of injury which might possibly make him thereafter a burden on society. It was, in a curious way, his life’s work to avoid work. It was a mission in which he enjoyed the greatest success.
LAST BLAST FOR "POSTIE" LENNIE LUTEY
Yesterday saw the funeral of much-loved Lennie Lutey of Lanyon Quoit, the postman and amateur trumpeter, who passed away last week at the sadly early age of 62.

Lennie was proud of the contribution he made to society as a postman and was responsible for delivering the post from Newbridge to Nancledra for over forty years.

A resident of Lanyon Quoit, he was an enthusiastic member of the now thriving local silver band, which he founded some 35 years ago.

Together with his partner Eric, Lennie was a very keen keeper and breeder of budgerigars. The pair also built up an impressive model railway track, which included a stretch that came out through the front wall of their bungalow and round the garden -- a feature which proved very popular with all the young lads in the village.

Lennie was never caught and arrested for any misdemeanour whatever. He will be sadly missed by all those whose post he delivered for so many years, as well as by the members of the silver band. A memorial concert is being held for him at Lanyon Quoit village hall next Thursday evening at 7.30 pm.
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MAURICE LA BALGE, BRETON MYSTIC, FORETELLS ALL!
He can read your future as well as you can know your past;
His awesome powers of vision will surely leave you quite aghast:
For none is such a master of the arcane divining arts --
And none has power to release such devastating farts!
Aries You are feeling on top of the world this week. Enjoy it -- it won't last! The police will be coming to arrest you next Tuesday. You will be charged, will not get bail, will receive a prison sentence and, as far as I am concerned, they can throw away the key. It was disgusting -- and how can a duck "lead you on"?

Taurus You will have a chance encounter with a stranger in the Kwop next week. It will lead to wonderful things and you will have his baby. The roof needs attention.

Gemini You have been feeling uneasy for a few days now. Stand up for yourself and do not allow yourself to be led into doing things that you are uncomfortable with. A ginger cat will cross your path on Thursday or Friday. If it is on the Friday, you will have a big lottery win.

Cancer Your insurance claim will be unsuccessful. Keep trying, it will work one of these days. Your 101 year old mother is very ill. I predict that she will not be with us for much longer. Treasure her company.

Leo Wendy makes you feel like the woman you always dreamed of becoming. Next month the operation will take place and it is likely to go well. You should now shave off the beard.

Virgo Your mother is right... he was a basatrd and, though he may have been your first boyfriend, he will not be the last -- there are other fish in the sea. However, now you must concentrate on your GCSEs. Next month you will have confirmation that you are carrying the bastard's child.

Libra You are living life at a helter-skelter pace! Slow down! Take things easy. You will not lose your job. Your health will be good. Yes, your sister will die, but that will only secretly make you happy -- your father's inheritance will now come only to you. However, beware! He will be swept off his feet by a gay milkman, to whom he will want to leave all his money. Killing the gay lover "accidentally" is the only way out.

Scorpio You will be the school's conker champion! Great news, but even better, Linda Penhaligon will let you have a feel "upstairs". Try to avoid a trouser accident while you are exploring Linda's upstairs or you will get hell from your mother. You won't be picked for the school football team next week, but hang in there -- next year you're in!

Sagittarius On Wednesday, leave the house at 7.30 am precisely and walk towards the town clock. In front of the First and Last Inn, you will "bump into" someone who will change your life. There is a path for everyone in this world and, for you, it is the path of lesbianism -- enjoy!

Capricorn The bell tolls for someone -- again -- but it does not toll for you. You have years to go yet. You will next week develop the first symptoms of the bladder problem that will be your constant companion until your death in 14 years time. It would suit you to have a budgie or even a parrot.

Aquarius Sell your house -- realise all your assets -- move to Tasmania! That is where the pages of destiny next turn positively for you. If you remain, loss of wealth, health and reputation is foretold for you. You will be reduced to selling your body outside the Swordfish Inn -- but I for one would not be prepared to pay! Be gone! Flee!

Pisces Pleasant Christmas thoughts are beginning to flood your mind. Your kindly soul turns to preparations to make this a Christmas the children will warmly remember for ever more. However, imprisoned as you are for your misdemeanours as scout leader, you will find it difficult to implement these warm thoughts. The appeal will be unsuccessful -- this time...
'He Roundup -- he visit 'he Spanish Embassy
One of the jolliest ambassadors to the Court of St Piran (the formal name bestowed on the diplomatic community within Relubbus) is without doubt his Excellency Don Javier Pedro de Hacienda y del Cuarto de Caballeros, the Spanish Ambassador. "Don", as he likes to be known, is a scion of one of the most ancient and noble families in Spain and is nothing if not a little eccentric.

"Don" has become a familiar sight in the Boswedden Lane diplomatic district, as he sits in his wooden go-cart, which is drawn at breakneck speed by 73 tame squirrels through the streets of Relubbus.

His eccentricity extends to other matters as well. A keen swimmer, he has been an impassioned supporter of the new sport of underwater billiards (without the use of SCUBA equipment!). Incidentally, whilst playing billiards in this manner, he has managed to achieve a record in underwater gas release (as measured by the size and explosive flammability of the bubble reaching the surface) -- a feat he attributes to his diet of homemade paella.

He is pictured on the left, striking the tambourine he always carries with him and with which he punctuates his every word. On high days and holidays, he replaces the tambourine with castanets.

Don has made a strenuous attempt to understand Cornish culture and the way of life. He spends two days a week working at Warrens Bakery in St Just in order to assimilate the Cornish way. He is involved in a secret project there to develop a paella pasty, which will then be launched in Spain.

Despite his noble birth and privileged background, Don has not been very successful academically, having achieved no qualifications whatever in his native land. Now, he is taking full advantage of his stay in Relubbus to try to rectify all that by attending a course at Camborne Tech, where he hopes to achieve an HND in Technical Drawing and Woodwork.

Don is also an enthusiastic member of the 500 strong Goldsithney Mouthorgan ensemble, which meets every Thursday evening in the Scout hut for rehearsals.

Don is not only a keen participant in Cornish life, he also likes to contribute to it. Using the 300 falcons he has brought with him from Spain, he has founded the Relubbus School of Falconry, which has already attracted two students, Bert and Brenda Polkinghorne.

Although he did have a gay phase whilst trying to become an artist back in Barcelona, Don is insistent that his heart (and indeed any other parts) were not really in it and that he has been happily married to Juanita, "who she is expert in making paella!", for 17 years.

Before we knew it, out time (a whole afternoon) had quickly passed and it was time to leave the embassy and its fascinating inhabitant.

For those with official business, the Spanish Embassy is situated at No 365 Boswedden Lane and is open from 9.00 am till 2.30. After a siesta of 4 hours, it re-opens in the evening and closes at 9.30 pm.
Lonely Hearts -- they need love too
They yearn for someone - just like you.
If your heart’s desire is here today
Then write in fast -- without delay!
Ladies -- meet Keith Trevarnon! He's 47 and is a man with a difference. Ever since a brain injury as a little child, Keith’s language has been restricted to two phrases, which he adroitly stretches to cover all situations. The magic phrases are "Me do peepee now!" and "Are we there yet?" You might think that these linguistic restrictions would have put a brake on Keith’s life, but not a bit of it! He has managed a PhD in psychology and now works as a psychotherapist.

Keith has a 6-bedroom detached house in Goldsithney (no mortgage) and drives both a Porsche and a Volvo Estate. A flamboyant dresser, he is looking for a woman who can match his sense of style and who has achieved a similar degree of success in professional life. A classical music lover, Keith has the Botheras triangle version of all Wagner’s works and would like a woman who will share this love of his. A pipe-smoker himself, he would prefer a woman who does not smoke. Keith is adamant that no scrubbers need apply. Box 4571




Derek Bolitho (36) is a gas fitter from Pendeen. He is Keith Trevarnon's cousin and (as the observant reader will note!) shares Keith's taste for flamboyant dress, but that’s as far as the comparison goes.

Derek has two failed marriages behind him, both of which foundered as a result of his being found "interfering with" with nearby farmyard animals. This aberration has been attributed to his growing up in the countryside in close proximity with farm animals, "which everyone duh find cute, you gotta admit it!"). Ladies will be pleased to note that Derek is convinced that he is over this little weakness now. He is now looking for a cute little lady (he says "no fat tarts") with whom to share the rest of his life. Box 5993



Gwen Bosallow is a 26 year old "working girl" from Tregeseal. The President of the Penwith Prostitutes Collective, she is an assiduous campaigner for the rights of sex workers. It is estimated that there are some 500 working girls in Tregeseal alone. Not liking to bring her work home, Gwen actually works in the square in St Just, taking clients either to Playing Place (by night) or Cot Valley by day.

Gwen is a Sunday School teacher and is an active member of the St Just artists’ circle. Gwen wants a traditional a S'nooster (St Just man) who will be broadminded about her line of work. Box 4321

Loveday Jelbert (22) works in the fruit section of smart, upmarket fruiterer's, Tregenza's, in the Greenmarket, Penzance. She lives with her parents in the sought-after King’s Road area of Penzance. Her mother and father would like her to meet a nice young solicitor or accountant. Escorted to work each morning by her mother and collected in the evening by her father, Loveday has led a very quiet sheltered life, as she has never been allowed out before. Her mother, Alicia, will be accompanying her on all or any dates up to and including the honeymoon, when she will also be joined by her husband, Horton.

Loveday has no interests and has not yet been potty-trained or learned to speak. She is, however, loaded, so men -- do not hang about! Box 5639



Wenzil Tuckbottom (24) is an inventive young man, who is seeking to apply the principles of ballet and mime to every minute of his working day. He has launched his own building and decorating business, called Building Beauty with Flourish, which is seeking to blend gracious movement with utilitarian function. Accordingly his building jobs may cost a little more, but they are performed with beauty (or will be when he gets hired).

Wenzil is looking for a partner -- both in his business and in his life -- to help him in his quest for beauteous life and work. He has designed daily costumes for himself and his partner-to-be -- as modelled by himself in the picture on the left.

Wenzil has not laid down any criteria for his partner-to-be to conform to, merely stating that the right people will apply when they see this advert. ("When he sees this, he’ll know it's for him!") If that is you, then Box 4529 is the one to write to. Wenzil is waiting.




IN THE NEXT BUMPER ISSUE
  • SPECIAL CHRISTMAS EDITION!
  • A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL -- FROM THE CHILDREN OF RELUBBUS
  • WHO PAID FOR SPARGO'S MADEIRAN LOVE-NEST?
  • CHRISTMAS WEATHER FORECAST FOR RELUBBUS
  • Getting to know Relubbus -- Why is Boswedden Lane so named?
  • RELUBBUS CENTRAL BANK ACTS TO QUELL PANIC
  • Our socially-responsible Lonely Hearts section
  • And much, much more!

Issue 16, 19th November 2007

ALARM IN CAPITAL AS CORNISH INVADE LONDON
By London correspondent Sylvia Cook

If you've visited the capital recently you cannot have failed to notice the various chains of Cornish pasty shops that seem to be propagating themselves everywhere. Two of the newest chains are "Oggie! Oggie! Oggie!", the lastest venture of the Relubbus mega-capitalist R.C. Oates, and "Oggies 4 All", owned by Oates' arch-rival, the stupendously wealthy Marazion billionaire W.G. Trevaskis.
Oates' declared aim is to 'put a pasty shop on every London street', while Trevaskis swears to match Oates' every move. The consequence is that many London streets now contain branches of both "Oggie! Oggie! Oggie!" and "Oggies 4 All", often next door to each other!

It is small wonder that some residents are expressing disquiet. The Roundup visited the capital and interviewed a cross-section of Londoners who have had to bear the brunt of the pasty invasion. Many feel that their local culture is being undermined by the "foreign" invasion.

'It is not possible to obtain proper Muslim food here any more. Our local Halal butcher has been taken over by "Oggie! Oggie! Oggie!". Now all you can buy here is "Pasties", "Eavy Cake" (whatever that is), "Clotted Cream", "Saffern Buns", and "Og's Puddin"! Everything's changed. It just doesn't feel like home any more.' Mrs Fiona Assad, Southall.




'
Our bagel shop has gone. Instead,
all we've got is "Oggies 4 All". It's not kosher!' Mo Rosenthal, Golder's Green.



'When I came here from Gdansk two years ago I could get all Polish food at the corner shop, imported direct from Warsaw -- pierogi, kolaczki, makowiec, babka cakes. Now
"Oggies 4 All" has bought them out and I can't get anything I recognize. I don't like that foreign Cornish food!' Krysta, Notting Hill.







'The Cornish have no business coming up here. Cornwall is a place one
goes to on holiday, where one has one's second home. We need them down there to do the gardening, etc.' T. Blair, Islington.






'Hampstead property prices have plummeted since
"Oggie! Oggie! Oggie!" and "Oggies 4 All" moved in.' Rupert Fawcett-Fawcett, Hampstead.

UNEXPECTED TWIST IN SARCOZY LOVE STORY
By Grubber Trevorrow. Photographer Snapper Kelynack
The luminous glare of a full moon on a cloudless night lights up the landing strip at St Just airport, as the French air force jet comes in to land. It is 3:30 in the morning and all law-abiding folks are tucked up in bed. A Robin Reliant motor car, specially selected to blend in with local traffic, hushes its way, almost silently, up to the steps of the jet plane. A lone figure ghosts down the steps in the silvery light and quickly leaps into the car, which then steals away into the West Penwith night.

Unknown to this figure, two silent sleuths have both witnessed and captured the scene. These are none other than the Relubbus Roundup’s own winning reporting duo, Alcibiades "Grubber" Trevorrow and photographer Xenophon "Snapper" Kelynack. Tipped off by one of the Roundup’s informants at the Elysee, the two staked out the airport and tracked every subsequent movement of the "lone figure", who is, of course, the French President M. Nicolas Sarkozy.

As Sarkozy drove off into the night, quickly accelerating the Cornish-registered mean machine to its maximum speed of 19 and a half miles per hour, Trevorrow and Kelynack reached for their bicycles and set off in silent but hot pursuit. After several minutes of hard peddling, Trevorrow and Kelynack were relieved to see the Robin Reliant slow down, pull into a little drive outside Heamoor, and come to a halt.

Then it struck them! This was the childhood home of Agnes Spargo (89), Billy Spargo’s estranged wife, who had now taken to living there again, after her husband had moved in with Madame Cecilia Sarkozy. It seemed that the lure of sweet revenge had led the French President to strike up a relationship with Spargo’s estranged spouse.

Observations over the next few days showed that Sarkozy was so blinded by his desire for revenge on both his wife and Councillor Spargo that he was prepared to overlook Mrs Spargo’s numerous physical ailments in his quest for vengeance. In between their trysts, he was seen wheeling Mrs Spargo out for an afternoon stroll, wearing a heavily scented scarf around his face, both to mask his identity and to afford some protection from the virulent smells emanating from Mrs Spargo’s body.

As to the origins of his jealousy, few who have seen them together can doubt the sincerity of the mutual devotion which Councillor Billy Spargo and Madame Cecilia Sarkozy bring to one another.

Smouldering beauty Cecilia (34) deserted her husband and left him alone in the cold, comfortless formality of the Elysee Palace. She is now ensconced in a secret love-nest in Tremethick Cross, where she spends each day waiting for the return of the new man in her life, for whom she has given up so much and for whom she now lives and breathes. She can now only occasionally be glimpsed taking her pet lizard (Nik Nik) out for a stroll.

The new man in her life is, of course, none other than the hugely powerful and influential leader of the Greater Relubbus Urban Council, Councillor Billy Spargo (81), shown here wearing his latest disguise, in an unsuccessful attempt to shake off the relentless Relubbus press corps.

Relubbus-watchers are astounded at the vital energies of this man, who devotes 10 hours a day to the affairs of state in Relubbus Town Hall, interrupted only by his mid-day break for his daily pasty (bicycled around to him fresh from the factory at St Just). Despite this phenomenal workload, which would exhaust a far younger man, Spargo (86) is known also to have a passionate and physically demanding relationship with young Mrs Sarkozy (22), which is also a part of his daily routine.

It was last Wednesday, on the third day of his visit, which he had hitherto believed to have been conducted in total anonymity, that President Sarkozy (42) was cornered by Grubber Trevorrow outside the chip shop in Causewayhead, Penzance, and quizzed about his relationship with Mrs Spargo (99).

By this time, the whole Relubbus press pack (never far from Trevorrow) had assembled around the beleaguered French President and was battering him with relentless questioning. In the face of all this, he clutched a photograph of Mrs Spargo (103) and, with tears beginning to flow down his cheeks, he declared with a slightly strained, but proud, voice "Je ne regrette rien!"

With these words, he retreated to his Robin Reliant and sped off back to Heamoor.




CORNISH LANGUAGE INSTRUCTION IS BOOMING!
By Cornish Culture correspondent Rendell Janner
Cornish Language Instructors are amazed at the sudden explosion of interest in learning the Cornish language -- which is being replicated all over the land. Pictured below is one of 23 new Cornish evening classes which have just started up in Heamoor alone. Class sizes are being limited to 120. The 2,760 new students of the language in Heamoor are matched by countless thousands all over the rest of the county.

Mrs Elspeth Treloar, who runs the Heamoor Evening Institute, is amazed. "We don’t know what’s going on. Last year we ‘ad two people fer car maintenance, one fer crochet, and one fer French. This year, we got 2,760 fer Cornish. I never seen the like of ‘un before!"

This amazing and unprecedented demand for instruction in Cornish, which county-wide amounts to some 78,000 new students, has led politicians to wonder what significance it could have. The UK Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, who is perennially nervous about how he is being perceived by the public, is particularly concerned by the fact that interest in learning Cornish extends far beyond the borders of Cornwall, with several tens of thousands of students attending classes from Plymouth all the way up to London.

Billy Spargo of the Greater Relubbus Urban Council has not yet made the learning of Cornish a political issue, but all eyes are upon him as the numbers of people wanting to learn the language spiral beyond anything we have seen before.

(As reported in our last issue, in future prospective immigrants to Relubbus -- of whom there are many -- will be required to learn Cornish. Ed.)
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BITTER FIGHTING ON HAYLE BORDER
by Foreign Correspondent Chester Minute

The long-running border dispute between Greater Relubbus and the People's Republic of Hayle shows no sign of resolving itself, as heavy fighting continues in the area of "Merlin's Magical Land", the theme park seized by the Haylors during the "Six Day War" of 1968.

The Republic's crack troops, the First Hayle Alpine Brigade, are reported to be advancing on a broad front, with the avowed intention of "pushing the Greater Relubbus Expeditionary Force (GREF) into the sea". Presumably, the "sea" referred to is the Channel coast, since the Republic's troops are currently moving southwards, away from the Hayle estuary.

The GREF high command is said to be regrouping its 7th Armoured Division of Humvee Waste Disposal Trucks (WDTs), in preparation for an Autumn counter-strike, before the winter rains make the conditions for armoured warfare untenable.




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THE ROUNDUP VISITS THE IRANIAN EMBASSY
The Iranian Embassy in Relubbus is not situated in the diplomatic quarter, but is located in a cottage in Tregarthen Lane, a part of Relubbus inhabited by many followers of the extreme Methodist fundamentalist sect, the Golems.

His Excellency Ambassador Ahmed Al Dinner-Jacket explained, "We feel it very at home with Golem Methodists, who have it belief very much like it we do." The "we" refers to his young assistant, Mr Lari-Fari Rafsanjani, who sat next to him on the sofa during the interview.

He elucidated further that the Golem way of life was so close to that of the Iranian that they often felt like they were at home. The practice of the Golems in referring constantly to "eeyupabove" was at one with the practice of Iranian devouts in their frequent calls to the almighty.

He also referred to the Golem belief that women were the "work of the devil", ever since Eve had led Adam astray. Women had to be put up with as punishment for man’s fall, but women were to be treated as the lowest of all the low. It was therefore the duty of all right-thinking men to frequently chastise their women. The many restrictions on Golem women -- to remain covered at all times, to observe strict silence at all times (particularly during the daily beatings!), to keep the home and the other belongings of the husband spotless at all times -- all this made the Ambassador and his assistant feel comfortable and at home. "Golems recognise that women have to be endured, although some of us are lucky enough to be spared that onerous duty", he said, fondly squeezing his assistant’s knee.

At this point Lari-Fari darted off to the kitchen, where he quickly rustled up some Ash Reshteh (a hearty soup) followed by Kookoo ( a type of omelette) with Adasi (lentils). As we dined on these surprisingly tasty offerings, Ahmed volunteered "I do not know it what I would do it without my Lari-Fari. He is good at it in garden, good at it in office, good at it in kitchen, good... well, everywhere he is good at it", at which point the assistant blushed with awkward and embarrassed pride, not quite knowing where to look.

The Ambassador explained that the economic might of Relubbus was such that it left the Iranian Republic no choice but to have a presence here. However, it had proved an unexpected delight to find kindred spirits in the extreme Methodist fundamentalists. This had given rise to much interest back home in Teheran and arrangements were well in hand for cultural and religious exchanges between Tehran and Relubbus.

The Ambassador noted that the Iranian people had much to learn from the Methodist fundamentalists about the treatment, and particularly the beating, of women. A guest speaker from Relubbus had been invited to address the 8th Teheran Symposium on Female Chastisement later this year. With a fond glance at the demurely blushing Lari-Fari, the Ambassador said again, "We feel so at home here!"

An awkward silence followed and we got the clear impression that we were somehow intruding on private time. We consequently made our excuses and left.
Lonely Hearts -- they need love too
They yearn for someone - just like you.
If your heart’s desire is here today
Then write in fast -- without delay!
All over West Cornwall, there are lonely people. These are people, who -- if only they could find the right partner -- would be completely happy. The sad fact is that Mr or Miss Perfect could be just around the corner. If only they could meet. The Relubbus Roundup is pleased to be able to act as an introduction agency by publishing the following personal advertisements. Read them and you could find your soulmate.

Jasper Trembath (32) is not just offering you flowers -- he is offering you his undivided attention. He has rather a lot of time on his hands, since no one has sought fit to employ him. He has been seeking a job as a puppet impersonator ever since he has left school -- 16 years ago.

He lives with his Mum in Goldsithney, but both he -- and she -- are agreed that he would be allowed to leave home to go to the right woman, provided that she did not live further than 15 minutes drive.

Jasper is still deciding on what hobbies he should take up. Until he comes to a decision, he is more than content to watch daytime television with his Mum. Jasper’s favourite meal is bangers and mash, followed by strawberry ice cream. He eats this every day and would like a girl who can cook this for him, when he leaves Mum. His ideal girl will own her own home, have a steady job (with hours from 7.00 am to 9.00 am, while Jasper is still sleeping), drive a nice fast car, and share his love of daytime television. If this is you and you like the look of Jasper, then write to Box 4561.


Grizelda Tonkin (34) is a nail manicurist from Ludgvan. She had a difficult upbringing and did spend some time in jail for a variety of offences, ranging from car-jacking to shoplifting and mugging. She says that she has put crime well behind her now, but that her time inside did give her a useful trade -- that’s where she learnt to be a fully qualified manicurist.

A saucy girl, who likes to laugh, she enjoys a regular drink or two with some of her other reformed ex-prisoner friends. However, real fulfilment will only come once she has found the man in her life. She would like to hear from D
enzil Trevains (great-nephew of the late lamented Banjo Trevains), a garage mechanic in Marazion, but if he is not interested, then she would be pleased to hear from anyone who is male and who is keen on natural blondes. Box 3498 is the one to write to.


Veronica Laity (24) is a charming, pretty, vivacious girl who works behind the counter at Spiegelhalter’s in Penzance. She likes to think of (and dress) herself as the fairy of Heamoor, where she still lives with her family. She is waiting to meet her Prince Charming.

Veronica is a busy girl. She is a member of the Heamoor handbell group. She also helps run the girl guide troop in Heamoor. On top of all that, you will be amazed to read that she also voluntarily spends two hours a day at the Old Folks' home in Heamoor. Given all that busyness, it is difficult to imagine where she also found the time to contract the various sexual diseases for which she is now receiving treatment. However, this weekend will see her get the "all clear" -- gents, hesitate no longer! Box 4562.


Lucy Quick (44) is a music and dance teacher from Botallack near St Just. Lucy has been married twice, but unfortunately both husbands died from nervous exhaustion in strenuous circumstances. Lucy is hoping that "this will be third time lucky!"

Lucy does not mind what her suitors do for a living nor does she care what they look like, but she is insistent that they must have a strong constitution.

Interested applicants are advised to write to Box 4571, but they should be aware that Lucy will be holding "auditions".



Martin Nankervis (28), seen here being supported by his father (after coming home from a date), is of a nervous disposition. He is a washing machine repairman and works in the Lizard area, where he also lives with his widower father.

Martin lacks confidence and love-struck ladies should be aware that Martin’s dad will be accompanying him on all dates "to make sure that the boy’s alright."

Martin earns £145 a week -- after tax -- and can, therefore, be regarded as something of a catch. However, he remains unsure if he can relate to girl "if dad isn’t there".

Could you imagine falling in love with and taking care of this gorgeous hunk of a man (and his dad)? If you can, then Box 5093 is the one for you.

Vernon Lanyon (43) is a carpenter and builder from Tregeseal with his own very successful business. Having built up the business over the past twenty years through sheer hard work, he is now looking for a young woman to share the fruits of his labours and of his loins.

Apart from looking after him and the house, his wife should also help him look after his seagull collection. He currently holds some 3,000 gulls captive.

Each day, he takes one out for "experiments". If they survive, they are allowed to fly away, though this does prove difficult without wings. Vernon hopes to be the first human being to fly (without engines) and is using gulls' wings and feathers to construct a device to enable him to do this. If you would like to share the life of this lovely and adventurous man, then Box 6682 is the one for you.

IN THE NEXT BUMPER ISSUE
  • ALIEN LIFE FORM IS CAPTURED IN BOSWEDDEN LANE!
  • Review of "WHO ATE MEGAN'S GOOSE", the latest production from impressario Digby Trewin-Chuddlewit
  • "YOUR STARS", with famed Breton mystic Maurice LaBalge
  • OBITUARIES: RELUBBUS SAYS SAD FAREWELL TO "SOSHUL" POLGLAZE
  • THE ROUNDUP VISITS THE SPANISH EMBASSY
  • Our socially-responsible Lonely Hearts section
  • And much, much more!