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Showing posts with label Roman Relubbus. Show all posts

CELEBRITIES SPEAK OUT AGAINST THE NEW UNITARY AUTHORITY!

The Cartwrights of BONANZA (the hit Relubbus TV programme) – Ben, Adam, Hoss and Little Joe -- will be at the Wimpy Bar in Market Jew Street, Penzance next Monday between 10.00 am and 12.00 noon to sign autographs of their new book “5,456 reasons to oppose the Unitary Authority in Truro”.

The Cartwrights, who bought a ranch out near St Buryan back in 1964, are aid to be "mighty displeased" about the introduction of the Unitary Authority.

Ben Cartwright said that he had felt very well served by Penwith District Council, which offered a realistically local level of interaction between Council and people. The way things were going they might just have to saddle up and head out to Truro for a shoot-out with Lavery, the new Sheriff they do not like.

An alternative action would be to remove to the remit of the Greater Rubbus Urban Council (GRUC), which is led by the inspired leader, Billy Spargo (105).

Ernest Hemingway is usually reported as having sadly taken his own life in 1961. However, there are people in Morvah, who maintain that this is simply not so.

Now reportedly a reclusive but still very active writer living on the outskirts of Morvah, Hemingway is said to have produced several new books.

Amongst them are “To have a Unitary Authority and to have not Unity”, The Bell Tolls for the Unitary Authority and A Farewell to the Unitary Authority.

Meanwhile, in Urbs Relubbana, the miraculously surviving Roman colony in Cornwall, another mighty voice is raised – no less than that of Marcus Porcius Cato Uticensis. Once believed to have died long ago in 46 BC, this tenacious old man is in fact apparently still holding on in Urbs Relubbana.

After a distinguished career as a Stoic philosopher, politician and statesman, he is now working as a tour guide in the Roman colony and is said to be doing very well on it too.

In a surprise announcement he said, “Lavery non est probus. Lavery scelestus est!” This is believed to be a reference to the super-generous remuneration paid to the CEO of the new Cornwall Council, who earns more than the Prime Minister of Britannia. Cato is also believed to be angered that the will of Cornish voters was ignored.

Enjoying a posthumous holiday in St Buryan, great American comedienne and actress Lucille Ball, a mere 20 years dead, has been seen dallying with killer West Cornwall Lothario, Dan Kernow, deceased Penzance fish shop owner, in and around Penzance.

The happy couple have been spotted in Morrison’s, the Penzance Bookshop, the Exchange, Morrab Library, the Alexandra Inn (5 nights running) and even in the famed Diw Vowes lesbian guest house.

Lucille, once her lips could be prised from Stan’s limpet kiss, said, This Unitary Council is a complete disaster and travesty of democracy!

Fresh from their recent triumph at the Relubbus Panopticon Theatre, Pinky and Perky, the much-loved porcine pair who now have a love-nest in Gurnards Head, the gay (yes, their closely-guarded secret is now out!) piggy capital of Cornwall, also found time to express their outrage about the undemocratic process which led to the introduction of a Unitary Authority above the expressed will of the Cornish people.

Said a trembling Perky (on the left of the picture),I know of no one – be they human or porcine – who actually voted for a Unitary Authority. It has taken decision-making away from the people at local level. It gives folks nothing and is about as helpful as me voting for pork pies!

The Roundup will report on further celebrity interest in this matter, as it arises.

MAGIC OF ROMAN RELUBBUS REVISITED

In our 15th July 2007 issue, we published news to a flabbergasted world of the astounding discovery of a hitherto entirely secret and hidden Roman colony situated in the difficult and often impenetrable terrain that forms the southern border between Greater Relubbus and the rest of Kernow.

Mirabile dictu’, as the ancient Romans used to say, the colony had survived as a perfect enclave of ancient Roman language, culture and civilisation.

Since the discovery, there has been a controlled influx of curious tourists and a flourishing trade between Relubbus and its Roman neighbour, which now calls itself Urbs Relubbana.

We consequently felt that it was time to revisit the ‘Urbs’ to see what changes this contact with the modern world had brought about. We therefore despatched one of our ace reporters, Archilaus Tresidder (14), to find out.

Readers may well recall that Tresidder received the Annual Relubbus Budding Journalist Award (13-year-olds’ section) last year for his ground-breaking expose of necrophilia at Nathan Cock’s hugely popular Chapel of Rest at Prospidnick.

Tresidder is pictured here with Cock, who gallantly volunteered to have his picture taken with the young journalistic author of his undoing, prior to being led away by police.

Tresidder’s gripping Urbs Relubbana report follows:

My mother woke me at 8.30 am so that I could make an early start. I ate a hearty breakfast of hot and well-salted porridge to fortify myself for the day and then set off to engage the famously difficult countryside that marks the border between Relubbus and the Roman colony.

The border between Relubbus and Urbs Relubbana is patrolled on the Relubbus side by officers of the Greater Relubbus Urban Council (GRUC) Border Police and, on the Roman side, by members of the local Legionary force, still proudly wearing the uniform of the 2nd Augusta.

On the Relubbus side of the border, in Farmer Treglown’s backfield, I was met by the strapping but cheery figure of WPC Loveday Tremain (26), whose name was familiar to me as she had come third in last year’s Nancledra Dogging Open.

She has asked me to use a photo from her passing out parade at the Prospidnick Police College, ”as my ‘air duh look good in that one!” However, here on border duty, WPC Tremain was dressed in standard combats on top of regulation cast iron, though pink, underwear.

WPC Tremain was largely complimentary about her new Roman neighbours, although she did warn me strongly about their fancy for chewing raw garlic cloves. She also told me to watch out for the strange fact that the women didn’t shave their legs, but that the men did.

Armed with this valuable information, I then pressed on through thick undergrowth, two streams, some marshland and then up through thick gorse until, emerging somewhat bedraggled, I found myself once more eyeing the strangely seductive figure of WPC Tremain. She said I’ss easier if you duh take the new road they Romans ‘ave built – over there”.

I blushed with embarrassment and, though my clothing bore clear traces of my struggle with raw nature, I was thankful that mother’s purchase for me of short trousers that were longer than average had saved my knees from getting scratched. I brushed myself down and continued along the fine new recently constructed Roman road, which, straight as a die, cut through the countryside uncompromisingly.

I halted at a great stone archway where I was met by Marcus Quintus Clemo and his close friend and colleague, Marcus ‘Julia’ Jago.

The two had been sitting playing with one another, whilst waiting for me. It seemed that games were important to the Romans. A small crowd of Relubbus tourists on route for the colony had gathered to observe them.

As soon as I pulled out my camera, the two Romans frantically gesticulated that I should not photograph them. The photo on the left accordingly shows them as close as I could get to a ‘full frontal’, as we ace journalists call it.

As I moved nearer to the two border guards, WPC Tremain’s words resounded loudly in my head as I was met with a fierce blast of raw garlic that left me gasping. Wholly unaware of their halitotic handicap, the two Romans smiled broadly, revealing just how much damage can be done if you do not visit your dentist regularly.

Marcus spoke: Salve! Quod facisne iucundus puer in hic loco? After ten minutes of mutual grinning in pungently garlic-perfumed air whilst I looked this up, I realised to my horror that he had said What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?

Amidst bluster and fluster, I withdrew and plunged on down the road towards the ‘Urbs’, having quickly registered that WPC Tremain had indeed been correct about these men shaving their legs. What would mother think?

My next photo captures a scene in the main Forum, which encapsulates much of the change that has occurred.

Truly, the Urbs has become a tremendous success with tourists. Comfortable chariots – like those in the picture – convey the visitor all around town.

However, this success has taken its toll. Witness the cigarette that driver Publius (who now likes to be known as ‘Derek’) is smoking. There is not a domus in the Urbs that does not now have a television set. 95% of the population over the age of 6 has taken up smoking and gets through a couple of packets of cigarettes a day. The abacus has been discarded for the calculator and change is the order of the day.

Unfortunately, I could not stay any longer, as I would have been home late for my tea, which mother would not have liked. I knew that I would already be in her bad books because of the state of my clothes and so, after taking this cracking shot of a smoking Publius, I scuttled off back home, musing on the merits of this mixing of cultures and, drawing on my school Latin, wondered “Cui bono?”-- “to whose benefit would it be?"

Archilaus Tresidderus (14)

BRONZE AGE BIKERS TERRORISE RELUBBUS

EXCLUSIVE
By undercover reporter Rendell Janner


The Roundup has uncovered disturbing evidence of a terrorist threat to Relubbus. Your intrepid reporter recently infiltrated a terrorist training camp at a secret location on Bodmin Moor. The purpose of the camp was to manufacture Bronze Age weapons of mass destruction (WMDs) -- i.e. swords.

My information is that these WMDs are to be turned against Relubbus!

The terror cell's leader, shown left, is a hairy biker known only as "Tommo". I learned that he is a renegade archaeologist with an extensive knowledge of Bronze and Iron Age weaponry and manufacturing techniques. He is the author of many popular works including the best-selling Dummies Guide to Archaeology, Iron Smelting for Fun and Profit, and How To Commit a Bronze Age Murder.

Tommo, from the notorious East Appleford estate on the Isle of Wight, was joined at the camp by a motley collection of New Age Travellers, American arms enthusiasts, Dutch folklore-junkies, German Neo-Goths, and Irish ex-IRA men.

No matter that it takes a considerable amount of time, skill -- and luck (the process is not perfect) -- to manufacture a single bronze blade; and that making and fitting the haft takes even longer: these weapons are deadly! As was proven when, during a session of drunken horseplay involving a mock duel, one of the trainees succeeded in slicing off his own arm!


Tommo, or "Dr Tommo" as he prefers to be known, first came to international notice as the discoverer of the famed Roman colony in Relubbus, which has miraculously survived unchanged since classical times. Its citizens wear togas, adhere to ancient Roman law, and -- until very recently -- were unaware of the existence of the modern industrialised world.

Why does Dr Tommo want to destroy Relubbus? Who knows? He is a charismatic but enigmatic character who speaks in a broad Isle of Wight accent that is often difficult for "overners" (people from the other side of the Solent) to understand.

From what I could piece together, it seems that, following his discovery of the Roman colony, he had a major disagreement with Councillor Billy Spargo, the Leader of the Greater Relubbus Urban Council (GRUC). According to Dr Tommo, the disagreement resulted from the misappropriation, by Councillor Spargo, of funds intended for future archaeological research. Mr Spargo was unavailable for comment yesterday.

Issue 10, 27th August 2007

RELUBBUS TO BECOME 51st US STATE!
By Political Correspondent Rendell Janner

In an unfortunate mixup in our last issue we reported that the USA was to become part of Greater Relubbus. It seems that we were deliberately misled by mischievous elements within MI6 and the Russian KGB. We now have it on good authority (no less than that of the American CIA) that almost the reverse of what was originally reported is the case: the truth is that Relubbus is to issue a unilateral declaration of independence (UDI) from the United Kingdom in order to become the fifty-first state of the United States of America.

This development will come as no surprise to seasoned Relubbus-watchers. For many years, the relationship between Relubbus and the English state has been fraught with mutual resentments, incomprehension, misunderstandings, and mistrust. The attraction of the scheme to Relubbus is obvious: for the first time it will have a meaningful form of self-government, independent of the English state.

Leader of the Greater Relubbus Urban Council (GRUC), Billy Spargo, said: "Us ul 'ave our own state legis-slaturr, an' we shul 'av Senaturrs and Congessmen in Washington. An' they bleddy English kent do nawthin' about it!"

THE WORLD'S REACTION TO UDI

President George Dubya Bush of the USA:

"This is a great day for America. Greater Relubbus will be the third largest state in the Union, after Alaska and Texas. It is a 'Celtic Tiger' economy that will drag the US out of recession. I have long been an admirer of the Relubbus entrepreneurs RC Oates and W.G. Trevaskis."

UK Foreign Secretary David Milliband:
"Bugger!"

UK Chancellor of the Exchequer Alistair Darling:
"The UK economy is absolutely dependent on Greater Relubbus! We're stuffed!"

UK Chief of General Staff, General Sir Richard Dannatt:
"The UK armed forces are absolutely dependent on Greater Relubbus! We're stuffed!"

French President Nicholas Sarcozy
(the French are believed to have wooed Relubbus to join the French Republic):
"Merde! C'est incroyable! Nous sommes
bourrés!"

NATO Secretary General Jaap de Hoop Scheffer:
"Since Greater Relubbus is moving from the jurisdiction of one NATO country to another we don't foresee any problems."

UK MP and former Home Secretary David Blunkett:
"I saw this coming."

In his leader column, "
Why UDI? Why now?", editor Sylvanus Penhaul gives the Roundup's verdict on UDI -- see "THE THUNDERER", below.
Roman Colony found in Relubbus!

By Cornish historian Dr Philip Prayton

Roundup reporters have stumbled across a small Roman colony that has managed to survive -- hidden and undisturbed -- since the last Legion (the second Augusta) was withdrawn from Britain in AD 407 by Emperor Constantine III (42), to help defend Rome against the barbarians threatening the existence of the Empire.

Pictured here is the leader of the colony, a Mr Quintus Servilius Clemo (52). Mr Clemo explained, "Cum Constantinus duodecimam legionem ad Galliam duxit, Britannia periculosa erat. Solum in Relubbo poterat vivere in incolumitate."

Denzil Trevains, an interpreter for the Greater Relubbus Urban Council (GRUC) Foreign Relations Committee (FRC) gave us the gist of what Mr Clemo said: " When Constantine took the 12th legion off to Gaul, Britain became a dangerous place. Only in Relubbus was it possible to live in safety."

As the Romans might say "Mirabile dictu" -- or "it is strange to relate" - this colony of about 150 people has managed to struggle on and survive, preserving the Roman way of life and the Latin language in the environs of Relubbus.

The valley in which they live is surrounded by difficult terrain, that none of the bordering farms have attempted to cultivate. This lack of intrusion allowed the colony to preserve the independence and safety it craved. Occasionally, over the centuries, scouts have ventured out and have observed and recorded the changing face of Cornwall. The National Library of Greater Relubbus will be given access to this invaluable treasure trove of information.

On the left, we are able to show -- for the first time -- a picture of the Relubbus Roman colony, which is built around a central square, graced by a magnificent fountain. Built in the fifth century, it has been lovingly maintained by the colony ever since.

Councillor Billy Spargo of GRUC has declared that the integrity of the colony must be preserved. To that end, PC Willy Trembath has been asked to guard the entrance to the colony.

Asked how it felt to be a Roman living in Cornwall, Mr Clemo replied, "Non sum Romanus, Cornubiensis sum" -- "I am not Roman, I am Cornish."

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ANOTHER HIT FOR YOUNG WIVES!
By Arts Correspondent Rendell Janner

The Relubbus Young Wives' annual dramatic production completed a week’s run of full houses down at Marazion's St Bertha’s Youth Hall. Doubtless little persuasion was required on the part of the ladies to prevail upon Penzance optician, Derek Bosallow, to take the lead role of leering lecher, Monty Viagra, since he wrote the play himself.

The play is set in the staid confines of a finishing school in Copperhouse, Hayle, where young ladies of quality and good family are sent to be polished for fine West Cornwall society life. The drama is provided when the school, staffed only by hand-picked virtuous spinsters selected by the Headmistress, Dame Violet Pearce, is struck by a mystery virus. A London specialist, Doctor Monty Viagra, holidaying in the vicinity, is called in to help.


Pictured on the left are Derek Bosallow (42) as Dr Monty Viagra, with, from the bottom left, Harriet Hicks (23) as Prudence Pengilly, Amelia Beglehole (27) as Lavinina Caddy, Dina Pollard (28) as Henrietta Tilly, Tamazine Roskilly (24) as Maria Trebilcock, and Selena Nicholls (29) as Cordelia Tregonning.


Dr Monty Viagra’s rigorous individual and often impromptu examinations of the young ladies gradually lead to a lapse in the otherwise tight moral fabric of the school. When local police investigate, it turns out that the dastardly rogue Viagra has himself deliberately caused the "virus" outbreak by poisoning the water.


Such was the success of the show that there is now talk of transferring it to the internationally famed Relubbus Playhouse.

Editorial, by THE THUNDERER

Why UDI? Why now?
Editor Sylvanus Penhaul gives the Roundup's verdict on Relubbus' unilateral declaration of independence from the UK

In his magisterial essay "An antidote to English political, cultural, and monetary imperialism", famed Cornish historian Dr Philip Prayton argues the case for a Cornish regional parliament, on the lines of the Scottish Parliament or Welsh Assembly. We do not have the space to quote at length from that document here, but we urge all our readers interested in the survival of whatever remains of our Cornish culture to read it. You can find it at http://articles.relubbusroundup.co.uk/relubbus_parliament.html .

Relubbus, always at the fore of Cornish politics, has taken the lead again. Indeed, it has gone even further than the good doctor envisaged. Unwilling to wait any longer for the chimera of a Cornish regional parliament, or for the placemen of Cornwall County Council to take decisive action, it has boldly struck out alone for full independence from England. It is a move that will create shock waves throughout Cornwall and, indeed, throughout the rest of the UK. It will undoubtedly provoke demands for the rest of Cornwall to join with Relubbus and follow suit.

ALL THIS WEEK AT THE RELUBBUS MULTIPLEX
THE LATEST BLOCKBUSTER!




THE DAM BUSTERS


starring RICHARD TODD and MICHAEL REDGRAVE


1:30 p.m, 4:30 p.m., 7:30 p.m.






ANOTHER SUCCESS FOR RELUBBUS BALLET ACADEMY!
By
Ballet Correspondent Amelia Nankervis

The ballet world yesterday bowed its head in recognition of the genius of Tom Nankervis, the much-celebrated and, at times, highly controversial director of the Relubbus Ballet Academy, following a rapturous reception for his latest work entitled Bespectacled Boys.

The ballet is introduced by the Narrator, Nankervis himself, whose voice we hear, but whom we do not see. One by one, he introduces each boy and explains how each bespectacled balletist came to play a role in his romantic life.

The picture on the left shows the grand finale of the ballet, in which all the ballet dancers, separately introduced during the previous six hours, all dance together.

One unquestionably magical element of this six-and-a-half-hour-long ballet is the mesmeric music, which lifts and carries us along with each and every step. Such magic can only be supplied by Percy Botheras and his triangle and, indeed, he was the sole musician throughout the performance, delivering a piece he composed himself especially for this ballet entitled Music for Tom’s Ballet.

All 31 spectators in the packed Grand Ballet House, Boswedden Lane, Relubbus, emerged from the performance dazed, dazzled, and entranced.
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Derek Bosallow’s BRIGHT IDEAS
Top West Cornwall spectacle designer Derek Bosallow is hoping to strike it rich big time with his new range of funky specs, which he is launching under the name of "Bright Ideas".

Modelled here by beautiful local model, Lavinia Ungate, the new range of funky specs is available from Mr Bosallow’s consulting rooms in Bread Street, Penzance.

Although this cannot be seen in the picture, the specs are linked to electrodes, which pick up the wearer's brain activity. When the wearer has a bright idea, the rim of the specs come alive with alternating red and green flashing lights and a loud buzzing noise is emitted.

Boasallow claims that many a smart office lad or lass wishing to impress an employer should wear his spectacles: "It’s all about competitive edge and my spectacles will give the youngsters all the edge they are looking for!"

POETRY CORNER
Edited by Literary Editor Emily Bindweed

We recently brought you news of the untimely death of Miss Morwenna Pellow, who was snatched from us at the age of 94.

Her sisters, the Misses Loveday (99) and Zenobia (101), pictured here in the days when they sang together as the "Cornish Songbirds", have composed a poem in honour of their sister, which we are proud to be able to publish today.

Older readers will recall with fondness the days in the 1930s when the Cornish Songbirds were a barnstorming success from Lands End all the way up to Truro. The blend of Loveday’s lilting soprano and Zenobia’s surprising bass was the hallmark of their performances, in which they were sometimes accompanied by their now sadly deceased sister, Morwenna, on the washboard.



In Memoriam

To our dear sister Morwenna, from Loveday and Zenobia

When all in the garden was lovely
And sunlight gilded the day,

It was easy then to be happy

And in brightness then to be gay.

Now life’s evening draws in upon us
We discover alas to our fright

That it’s getting so very much darker --

And for you it is already night!

Since childhood we were always together,
Grew up, lived life and got squiffy;
Don’t get lonely up there, sweet Morwenna,

For we will be up in a jiffy!

The Roundup Visits the Papua New Guinea Embassy in Relubbus

The Roundup was lucky enough to gain a peek inside the embassy of the Republic of Papua New Guinea last week and to see preparations for a big feast.

On the left we see His Excellency the Ambassador Khaswaho Baito Heiro, dressed in civvies, discussing the seating plan for the grand feast to be staged at the embassy in No.31 Boswedden Lane, Relubbus.

The feasts are a special occasion in the embassy, looked forward to by everyone, since, when away from home, they do not often get the opportunity to eat "long pig". It also greatly adds to the excitement and suspense of the occasion that none of the guests know in advance who is to get the honour of receiving the golden seat. The lucky recipient is taken off at the start of the feast "for special things". No one knows what these "things" are as no one has yet returned from the great honour. Surprisingly little concern is expressed, as all have such a good time and the special dish, "long pig", once it arrives 3 hours later, is truly delicious special meat. Mr Heiro even says that they make some pasties from the "special meat".

On feast days, his Excellency wears his special outfit, as pictured on the left. He has spent some four years now in Relubbus as the Ambassador and is thrilled to have the opportunity of living amongst the Cornish. He says,"I like Kernow much and like Cornish people. They never get golden seat at feast. So far only Japanese, French, and German people have had golden seat."

His Excellency has an impressive collection of heads, which are on proud display in the reception hall of the grandiose hut which houses the embassy. He has developed a love of geology during his stay in Kernow and spends many a happy hour in the countryside and around the cliffs, searching out new additions to his collection of stones, the best of which are fashioned lovingly into spear- and arrow-heads.


LONELY HEARTS waiting for you!

The Roundup is pleased to have the opportunity of bringing together compatible folks who otherwise wouldn’t meet...

In our first entry this week, some readers might feel that we have overstepped the mark in catering for unusual tastes, but the Roundup is a firm believer in cultural diversity and is not judgemental about the wishes and inclinations of others.


Are you ready for 5?! On the left are 5 Cornish lovelies, all looking for one man -- to share! From the left, we have Liza Holman (59); followed, in front, by Harriet Hicks (82) and Kitty Trewelah (48); in the back row are Nanny Harvey (76) and Maddy Polgrean (61).

None of these girls has been married and, being firm friends, they have decided that their excursion into relations with the opposite sex should be on the basis of "one for all and all for one".
They are ideally looking for a strapping farm boy of no more than 35 years of age.

Harriet would like to try water sports and Kitty would like to try bondage, but apart from that they are game for anything.
If you think you are the man for them, write to BOX 4691.


Michiko Morioka (28) works as a secretary at the Japanese Embassy in Relubbus. Having fallen in love with Cornwall, she would next like to meet a Cornishman with whom she can fall in love and settle down.

Michiko has high skills in the Japanese arts of flower arranging (ikebana), paper folding (origami), and ritual tea preparation (chado). Petite and pretty and very determined about always wearing Japanese dress, she nonetheless firmly believes that her future is in Cornwall, ideally in either the Hayle Copperhouse or Camborne area. Her ideal man would be between 50 and 60, unemployed, flatulent, and corpulent. Says Michiko, "I rike charrange!"
Box 6539 is the one to write for Michiko.

Tommy Woolcock (29) is a man who likes a laugh or two. He is a bus conductor, working on the busy Penzance -- Relubbus route, but has designed his own "jolly" outfit to "keep they laughs comin’". He is pictured here with a bus full of appreciative customers. He might be able to "make ‘em laugh", but he has had a lot less luck in the girlfriend department and is looking to the Roundup to help him out.

Tommy asks us to point out that he is not only a highly successful bus conductor with a great future in West Cornwall transport and a great sense of humour, but he is also a man of many other hidden parts. Cryptically, he tells us that he is anatomically different from other men, but won’t tell us how. He does tell us that he came second in the West Cornwall Controlled Screaming contest in 2002 and also came in 13th in the 2003 Marathon Whistling contest.

If you are female and willing, then Tommy would like to hear from you at Box No 7862.


Arthur Rosewarne (32), on the left of this photo, is a young man who would like to meet girls who will accept his preference for female attire, which he assures us does not make him any less of a man. He is a roofer by trade and lives in his own caravan on a site in Hayle.

Arthur is a man of many parts and has built up an impressive collection of models made from his own earwax. He also has a collection of women’s underwear, taken fresh from the line. He is a keen devotee of Sturm und Drang literature, which he reads in the original. For entertainment, he likes to put out quick-acting poisoned bird food.

Arthur is a complex character, but there is someone out there for everyone and if you are the one for him, then Box No 5612 is the one for you.

IN THE NEXT BUMPER ISSUE

  • SCHOOL HEAD LASHES CORNISH LANGUAGE BOARD
  • LUDGVAN LOVELIES "ABDUCTED BY ALIENS"
  • ART FORGERY SHOCK! Could the pride of the Relubbus International Gallery of Modern Art, Botallack's acknowledged masterpiece, Empty Canvas, be a fake?
  • MUSICAL GENIUS STRIKES HUGE AUDIENCE DUMB!
  • The Roundup says "Guten Tag" to the German Embassy
  • Edward Shortwave-Radio shares a moment with Roundup Readers
  • 'OOS DEAD? Our popular obituaries section.
  • Our socially-responsible LONELY HEARTS column.
  • And much, much more!