Sunday, 18 November 2018

Jill lets fly, a new face at The Bull and a shock for Lily ...

Planners face fruity protest


Mrs Jill Archer of Brookfield was ejected from a Borsetshire District Council planning meeting last week after causing a major disruption.
Mrs Archer, a former Ambridge parish councillor, was objecting to an application by Damara Capital to reduce the number of affordable homes in its Beechwood development near Bridge Farm, Ambridge. 
But when the planning committee voted to grant the application, Mrs Archer produced a large basket from under her seat and pelted councillors with fruit  flapjacks.
‘It was the only way to make them listen,’ said an unrepentant Mrs Archer. ‘This decision just means more profits for Damara and fewer affordable houses that are really needed in Ambridge. Throwing flapjacks may be drastic, but it worked when we protested about the Duxford sisters and Les Soeurs Heureuses. No one has heard of them since.’
A spokesperson for Borsetshire District Council said it would not bring charges against Mrs Archer. ‘Obviously we can't condone such behaviour, but the democratic process will not be derailed by flying flapjacks, no matter how tasty,’ she said. 

New senior staff at The Bull


The Bull in Ambridge is rolling out its plan to attract a younger crowd by appointing Oliver Sterling as part-time barman in the run-up to Christmas. ‘Oliver is well-known in the British Legion, the Darby & Joan club and the U3A,’ said landlord Kenton Archer. ‘As most of our customers are in their nineties, he’ll lower the demographic by at least 10 years. It will be good for Joe Grundy and Bert Fry to have a young whipper-snapper behind the bar.’
‘I was rattling around at Grey Gables, so I’m looking forward to the new challenge,’ said Mr Sterling. ‘If I can just get my head round this new-fangled decimal currency I’m sure I’ll be fine.’ 

Rats turn tails at The Tales


Lynda Snell’s Christmas production of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales suffered another setback this week when the resident rats at Brookfield, who were due to appear as extras, downed tools. ‘Our barn has been cleaned and dusted and our nests swept away,’ said a spokesrat for the troupe.  ‘We can’t be expected to work in these intolerable conditions, so we're moving to Lower Loxley, where we believe we’ll feel much more at home.’

Can you help Hilda find a furrever home?


Hilda is a bright, lively little girl who can be a tiny bit grumpy at times. She loves smaller animals, especially minced, and has favourite tricks, like lying very still on the stairs and leaping up when an old lady is coming down. Surprise!! Hilda would be happier in a large home without any soft furnishings or valuable objects. She can be a little bit challenging around children, older people, dogs, postmen and vets. Could you find it in your heart to make Hilda your next fur baby? If so, when collecting her, please wear eye protectors and industrial gauntlets, and bring a net and a trident.  Apply: Cutiekits Cat Rehoming, Penny Hassett. 

The Trials of Lily Pargetter


In the latest chapter of our passionate Autumn saga, by award-winning romantic novelist Lavinia Catwater, our heroine finds herself torn between love and duty…

‘Lily darling! Is there any spirulina and kale smoothie left? My tum-tum is a little bit growly this morning.’ Lily looked up from her essay and suppressed a sigh as Russ appeared in the doorway, rubbing his stomach under his shortie silk kimono.
‘I don’t know, sorry. I’m trying to finish this, and then I’ve got to get to work…’ Russ gave her his disappointed face. ‘Oh, sweetie,’ he said. ‘You wouldn’t want Russ to start on his new masterpiece without a healthy breakfast, now would you?’
He came over and ruffled her hair, which for some reason she didn’t find as endearing as usual. ‘No, of course not darling,’ she said, reaching for her purse. ‘I’ll just go down to the organic shop and… Russ? I thought we had £20 left for the weekend?’
He looked sheepish. ‘Oh, sorry darling. I needed some more Burnt Umber and just couldn’t resist…’ Catching her angry frown, he said: ‘Don’t worry my pet; it will all be fine when my paintings start selling…’
‘Well, maybe if you could just finish one first…’ Lily bit her lip to avoid starting another row. ‘OK! I’ll be back soon.’ She rushed out of the flat,  but as she reached the deli her phone pinged with a message. Probably Russ, reminding her to get some sourdough. But no, it was Johnny Phillips. ‘Hey Lily, reckon you should come home. Your mum’s in a bit of a state…’ 


Ambridge! Lily’s eyes began to water, and not just at the smell from the Berrow Farm pig unit. She got out of the Uber she’d taken from Hollerton Junction, putting her credit card under even more strain, and walked down the familiar drive to Lower Loxley. Oh dear, she thought. Johnny was right to text her. The drive was overgrown, the windows dirty. And where was Geraldine, who was usually bustling about with her clipboard? 
Pushing her way through a mound of unopened mail, she found Elizabeth in the office, hunched over her laptop, surrounded by piles of paper and dirty coffee cups. The phone was ringing, but she ignored it and it clicked onto a message: ‘Elizabeth? It’s Oliver. I’m awfully worried about our Hunt Ball bucking bronco. Call me back?’ But her mum was oblivious as she hammered furiously away at the keyboard, pens stuck in her hair and an agonised expression on her face.
‘Mum? Is that you?’  Elizabeth spun round and stared at her, unseeing, then suddenly broke into a beaming smile. ‘Lily, darling! I wasn’t expecting you!’
She swept her up into a hug. There was an unwashed aroma, reminding Lily slightly of Berrow Farm. 
‘Mum? What’s going on? And where’s Geraldine?’ 
‘Oh, I sacked her. No, she walked out. Anyway, she’s not here. Who cares? Now, what have you heard about Freddie?’
Lily surveyed the chaos, and sank into the nearest chair. Her phone buzzed yet again – another message from Russ, asking when she’d be back and where she’d  put his clean socks. She switched it off. To think she’d dreamed of coming home for some TLC and a cash handout! ‘Welcome to the real world, Lily,’ she smiled ruefully to herself.

To be continued….  
  

Sunday, 11 November 2018

Trouble for Tom, Jim ruffles feathers and another new arrival at Brookfield

Ambridge pilgrims make slow progress


With rehearsals of Lynda Snell’s Canterbury Tales barely under way, creative differences in the production team are already causing tensions, according to sources.
‘Lynda's very proud of her script, which she claims is a sensitive, modern and compelling reworking of the classic text,’ said a cast member. ‘For example, she thinks that Harry Bailey, host of the Tabard Inn, should give each pilgrim a polyester tabard and a name badge, so the audience can relate the telling of tales to the gossip one hears at the village shop.
‘When Jim Lloyd said this was Chaucer, not Coronation Street, I thought Lynda was going to deck him. Something’s got to give or there will be no Christmas production at this rate.’
Contacted for comment, Mrs Snell said rumours of rows were greatly exaggerated. ‘Of course, there will be teething troubles while people settle into their roles,’ she said. ‘Jim is tremendously valuable as my script supervisor, as long as he remembers he is supervising my script, not writing his own. I cannot allow the full and final flowering of my genius to be marred by pettifogging details about historical accuracy or cultural integrity.’

Pet of the Week


Name: Bess
Belongs to: Ben Archer, Brookfield
Job: trainee sheep dog
Likes: long walks, sleeping in the shed (or she will when she gets used to it) 
Dislikes: being taken away from her brothers and sisters (oh, stop it. She’s a working dog. Ed.)
Do say: ‘She’s got a sharp eye. No wonder Farmer Barker thought she was a fine choice.’
Don’t say: ‘Hope Ben doesn’t run her over with the farm pick-up like he did that poor badger.’

The Trials of Tom Archer 


In the latest chapter of our passionate Autumn saga, by award-winning romantic novelist Lavinia Catwater, our hero dares to dream. Is the love he longs for finally within his reach?

Tom was pacing the yard, waiting for Natasha to arrive. Having ignored his texts for weeks, suddenly she seemed keen to meet. But was it him, or the need to find new domestic markets, given the growing uncertainty over post-Brexit fruit export arrangements, that drew her to Bridge Farm? Soon, he would find out….
His phone buzzed.  ‘Oh hi Hannah mate,’ he grinned. ‘I’m a bit busy for a shag at lunchtime – Natasha’s coming and you know I prefer her. But maybe we could hook up later?’
‘Don’t you lunchtime me, Tom Archer,’ she scolded. ‘I was just about to tell you why I don’t trust men, because my dad left when I was little, so you’d come to love me and we could have a wonderful time at the glittering Nuffield awards gala in Glasgow. But you can stuff your invitation. I’m going to take my rage out on Duncan the tardy pigman instead.’
‘Oh, OK then… but I’m still up for a Netflix and chill…’ There was a strangled scream and a crash, as if Hannah had thrown her mobile across the room. Tom shook his head and smiled ruefully. Women, eh? He’d never understand them…   

*

Half an hour later, Tom and Natasha were sitting in a cosy alcove of the Bridge Farm tea room, each with one of Fallon’s Marshmallow and Toffee Apple Mochachocacappuccinos.
‘If you don’t mind me asking, old girl, have you lost a bit of condition? If you were a pig I’d be supplementing your ration!’ He smiled at his own wit, but to his dismay her blue, saucer-like eyes brimmed with tears. ‘Oh Tom,’ she sniffed. Her sexy Welsh lilt reminded him of his mother when she was younger. ‘It’s heartbreak. You see, I was with Gethin for 10 years, but it wasn’t working. So I had to finish things, and it didn’t seem right to be texting you and well, you know… when I felt bad about hurting him.’  She looked up through long, dark lashes that reminded Tom of one of the prettier Anguses. His heart melted. ‘Oh, Natasha,’ he breathed. ‘I so understand.  Driving a hard bargain for bulk supplies of fruit drinks is the last thing you need. You deserve so much better.’
He got up and reached out to her. Smiling nervously, she put her hand – soft, but with a hint of assertiveness that thrilled him – in his. ‘What did you have in mind, Tom?’ she asked, with an irresistibly seductive smile. Tom didn’t hesitate. ‘A quick tour of the agroforestry site. I’m desperate to know your views on cultivator and compost versus sub-soiler and mulch!’

To be continued…    

Letter to the Editor   


Dear Madam,

I would like to put the record straight about recent events at Lower Loxley, following the pack of lies published in your gutter-press rival, the Borchester Echo, last week. (Liking this so far. Ed.)
It was quite wrong to say that my son Freddie is an imprisoned drug dealer. He is a victim of a miscarriage of justice, having made a silly mistake because he is an orphan – not the same thing at all.  Secondly, Lower Loxley has not lost its alcohol licence. It is currently being looked after for safe-keeping by Borchester District Council, which again is quite different.
Thirdly, we have not lost a lot of valuable bookings. The fact is, a number of clients have respectfully decided to withdraw, leaving me the time I need to fret about my son.
And lastly, the fuss about the Hallowe’en event was completely overblown. If anyone was upset, it was Roy Tucker’s fault. He would terrify anyone, bearing down on families with his clipboard, bullying them into asking for refunds. In what universe is it any of his business? Just because he’s never forgiven me for dumping him after our… well, anyway. And in any case Geraldine, who no longer works for Lower Loxley, was responsible for booking the act. 
I do hope this clarifies the situation and would like to offer your readers a warm welcome to our legendary Deck the Hall festive events. And if anyone publishes more lies about my family or my business, they will soon find out that ‘Attack of the Mummy’ was a walk in the park compared to the fright they will get from my lawyers.
Yours sincerely
Elizabeth Pargetter    

Sunday, 4 November 2018

Hallowe’en horror at Lower Loxley 


Cllr Grundy: 'It was
like this, but more scary.'
Parish Councillor Emma Grundy has reported Lower Loxley to Borchester Trading Standards Office for putting on a Hallowe’en event that she said was ‘too scary’.
‘We were expecting Frightful Family Fun at Spookylicious Gardens, with face-painting and marshmallows for the kiddies and that,’ said Cllr Grundy. ‘It was all fine when we arrived. There were some ghastly old goblins jumping out from behind bushes making terrible noises, but my lot are used to that, living with my grandfather-in-law Joe and his leaky bowel. 
‘But it was a different story at the Attack of the Mummy on the Treetop Walk. We all watched as the mummy rose out of the coffin and wrapped the archaeologist in bandages. But when he pushed him off the walk and he was just hanging there, with blood gushing from his eyes… it was disgusting. My George had to play three games of  Resident Evil 7 Biohazard to calm himself down.’ 
Lower Loxley assistant manager Geraldine (surname? Ed) said she was sorry if guests were upset and offered a full refund to anyone who requested one. 
But Cllr Grundy said this was inadequate. ‘If Elizabeth Pargetter thinks she can fob us off with cash she can think again,’ she said. ‘No amount can make up for what my kiddies have been through. Unless it’s enough to put a deposit on a new house. That would do it.’  
Roy Tucker, who attended the event with his small daughter and is a former manager at Lower Loxley, said it was a ‘health and safety nightmare’.
‘Luckily I always keep a hi-vis jacket in the Skoda, so I popped it on and used my marshalling skills with the crowd,’ he said. ‘Otherwise it could have got very ugly in the car park.’   

Ambridge Women’s Institute: an apology


Unfortunately, due to a mix-up on the subs’ desk, last week’s issue contained a number of serious errors. Reports on Bridge Farm’s acquisition of a new dairy herd, and Brookfield’s plans to feed bakery waste to their beef cattle, were confused with details of the Women’s Institute’s Cake-a-Thon for BBC Children in Need. 
We sincerely apologise for:
• describing the W.I. membership as a large number of old cows, some of them into their 12th lactation
• suggesting that the W.I. will be baking a mountain of mouldy bread, stale sponges and smashed Bourbons for their charity sale
• implying that WI members are not prone to mastitis but need to have their udders felt often, especially in winter
• reporting that W.I. baked goods are only fit for consumption when mixed with chopped straw and high-protein silage.
To recognise the offence and embarrassment caused, we are organising our own Children in Need event. The reporters responsible for the mix-up will be placed in stocks on the village green to allow W.I. members, led by Mrs Jill Archer, to throw flapjacks at them. 

Method in her Chaucer madness


Rehearsals for the Ambridge production of The Canterbury Tales started this week, and director/auteur Lynda Snell says her cast will be ‘fully immersed’ in the atmosphere of medieval England.
 ‘I wanted the actors to feel what it is to be cold and hungry, sitting on a rough stone floor in half-darkness, surrounded by dirt, vermin and farm animals – so where better to start our journey than Brookfield?’ she said.  ‘Unfortunately, there were too many of us to fit in the kitchen, so we had to use the barn instead. But Ruth Archer has said she’ll take her Chaucer hat off long enough to run the Hoover over the sitting room for our next rehearsal.’ 

Coffee break with… ‘Mr Lee’


 In our occasional series of interviews with readers who have interesting jobs, we catch up with much-loved Ambridge martial arts instructor ‘Mr Lee’.

Q Ambridge parents say you’re great with children. What’s your secret?
A I believe that children are our future. Teach them well, and let them lead the way…

Q But how do you manage when children display challenging behaviour in class?
A It’s all about getting them to look for the hero inside themselves,  until they find the key to their lives.

Q How do you motivate children to do their best?
A I ask them: ‘What have you done today to make yourself proud?’

Q And finally, do your friends ever call you Bruce?
A No. Are we done here? 

Borsetshire Rural Cinema


Showing this week: a side-splitting comedy special: 

Dumb & Dumber’s Excellent Adventure 

Join smooth-talking boarding school twit Ruairi (Dumb) and his bestie, nice-but-gullible Ben (Dumber) on their wild and wacky night-ride in various unroadworthy farm vehicles, as they practise doughnuts, give it a dab of oppo and cane the dips at Leeders, stopping only to hit badgers and wriggle out of a proper wigging from Will the gamekeeper.  (Running time 90 mins: feels like 3 hours). 

What the critics say:
“Check your common sense at the door and you’ll soon be ‘Ruairi’ with laughter and ‘Bent’ double with giggles at this no-brainer of a cinema delight.” Tristram Hawkshaw, Borchester Echo.


  

Sunday, 28 October 2018

Lynda's inspired, Helen's confused and ghoulish goings-on at Lower Loxley

Spooky success for stately home  

This year's Hallowe'en attraction at Lower Loxley is proving a big hit with visitors, who say it's one of the spookiest sights they've ever seen.
'We didn't even realise there was a special Hallowe'en event, until we got to the gates and found them locked with rusty chains, covered in cobwebs and with rubbish blowing about everywhere,' said Mrs Jackie Lantern of Acocks Green. 'We thought it was closed, but then this terrifying zombie staggered down the drive towards us. She was white as a sheet, with red eyes and hair all wild and tangled.
'When she got close to us she started clutching at my Gary through the bars and rasping "Are you a lawyer? I need a lawyer for my Freddie. I'll pay anything..."
'Gary thought he'd play along so he said he wasn't a lawyer, but he'd seen a few episodes of Judge Rinder on TV and would that do? The zombie started cackling like a banshee, unlocked the gates and dragged him inside. The children were proper scared, it was great. But then we realised the Orangery wasn't open and we all fancied a vampire blood hot chocolate, so we went to Pumpkin Paradise at Netherborne Hall instead.'

Snell reveals vision behind Canterbury cavalcade


First rehearsal of The Canterbury Tales at Brookfield
Ambridge is promised 'the most lavish entertainment it has ever seen' as Lynda Snell prepares for her epic staging of The Canterbury Tales this ChristmasThe Ambridge Observer was treated to a sneak preview of the production, which will take place at Brookfield by kind permission of David and Ruth Archer. Mrs Snell describes her reworking of Chaucer's stories as a challenge for the audience, who will see all their 'secret loves, desires and fears' reflected as the drama plays out in the barn and farmyard setting.
'I was musing on how to express the full and final flowering of my muse, while relaxing in the shepherd's hut with Robert and Monty,' said Mrs Snell. 'Suddenly, I had the kind of creative vision that very few are privileged to experience. It occurred to me that every single person in Ambridge is in fact an actor. At once, the scale of the production became clear. There will be a role for everyone in the village. Yes, even Sabrina Thwaite, whose voice doesn't project as far as her bust, or Nathan Booth, whose range of expression was severely tested by playing the back half of a horse.'
Mrs Snell added that people would have to be bussed in from other villages to make up the audience, as everyone in Ambridge would be in the show. 'This is a minor detail,' she said. 'I'm sure that spectators will flock to see the most ambitious and unforgettable event that Ambridge - nay, Borsetshire – has ever seen.'
 

Ask Auntie Satya

With her warm wit and forensic legal skills, Auntie Satya is back to help with all your emotional and practical problems.

Dear Auntie Satya,

The sensei at my karate class (that means instructor, by the way) is attractive and also seems very emotionally available; he's helped my son with his anxieties and is always kind and attentive to me. Last week he asked if he could touch me to get me into the right position, and I said that was OK, but the physical contact brought back bad memories of my abusive ex-husband. Will I ever be free of the past? Helen.

Dear Helen,

Firstly, thank you for explaining what a sensei is. It is many years since I attained my 10th dan, but rest assured I still know my way round a dojo. It is difficult to recover from the kind of trauma you describe in your longer letter. I would advise you to take things slowly with your sensei. Any romance between you must be based on openness and trust. Tell him about your fears and if he is as sensitive as you hope, you will soon have no difficulty with him touching you to get you in the right position. That was certainly my experience.

Dear Auntie Satya, 

I am exhausted bringing up my baby daughter as a single mum; she keeps me up at night and I find myself falling asleep in lamb marketing meetings, which is embarrassing as I used to be the go-to girl for cost-effective packaging. So I suggested to my ex, the baby's father, that he stays over a couple of nights a week. We're sharing the bed as the sofa is hard and lumpy. Do you agree this is a sensible arrangement? Pip.

Dear Pip,

Please ask your baby daughter to write to me instead, as I expect she has more common sense than you and her father put together. In the meantime, I strongly advise you to invest in a more comfortable sofa.

Dear Auntie Satya, 

My friend is keen on a girl who I think is wrong for him, so I told him she's a two-faced, nasty, interfering cow who loves stirring up trouble. He took offence and said I'd taken all the fun out of the 'pin the maggot on the apple' game we were playing at the time. I still think I did the right thing as people need to know the truth. What do you think? Emma.

Dear Emma,

In your longer letter you tell me you have a history of speaking your mind and then regretting it. We all care about our friends, but we have to let them make their own mistakes – and you may be wrong about this girl's character. Apologise to your friend, so at least if either of them comes to a sticky end – for example, being crushed by a pig ark or trampled by a herd of weaners – your conscience will be clear.

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Sunday, 21 October 2018

Brian's bored, Bert's concerned and Burns strikes again

Burns claims new arrest record


Borsetshire's Rural Crime Unit (PC Harrison Burns) has said his tally of arrests has risen by 100 per cent over the summer, a new record for the area.
'I hope residents will feel safer knowing that policing performance has improved so dramatically,' said PC Burns, who told a packed press conference that he arrested Jolene Archer,  landlady of The Bull in Ambridge, for anti-social behaviour at a family party last week.
'I warned Mrs Archer about her aggressive competitiveness while we were playing a board game, Escape from Atlantis,' he said. 'But she persisted in drowning my Atlanteans and crowing about it in a provocative manner. She left me no option but to arrest her for hurting the feelings of a police officer, which as we all know is a hate crime. And if it isn't, it should be. That game has been my favourite since childhood and she has ruined it for me.'
After taking a moment to compose himself, PC Burns went on to point out that, with the conviction of Freddie Pargetter for drug-dealing, his clear-up rate doubled from one arrest to two in the past year.
'It's all in a day's work for me,' he said, modestly. 'And make no mistake, I would have arrested Lynda Snell for allowing Monty to foul on the village green, if Robert Snell hadn't been so nifty with the poop scoop and bio-degradable scented bag. Let criminals of Borsetshire be aware: we never sleep.'

Brexit: what do millennials think?

As Brexit negotiations enter their final crucial phase, we asked some of the younger generation for their views:

Tom Archer: 'Brexit? Ooh, tricky one. I'd have to ask Natasha, my Nuffield scholarship colleague.  She's so smart, she's bound to have built it into her business strategy. Thanks though – you've given me another reason to ring her!'  
Josh Archer: 'Brexit's going to be fantastic for my business. When farmers find out they'll have a three-year wait for a shiny new tractor, they'll be queuing up for my pre-loved, reconditioned models at a premium price. I won't even need to bother scrubbing off the rust and pumping the tyres up, like I do now. Bring it on!'
Johnny Phillips: 'I think Brexit will help me as we're getting some French cows at Bridge Farm and I thought I'd have to learn French, but Josh says I'll be able to make them speak English instead. Josh is brilliant. He's letting me do all the milking at Brookfield so I can practise.'
Hannah Riley: 'People make far too much fuss about it. They should just get on with it. Like, I'm dating Chad, but Tom's my housemate, so why not? We're both adults and a bit of sexy time never... what? Oh, Brexit! Sorry, misheard. Never mind, have you got a few minutes now? I'll just ditch these overalls.. '    That's more than enough vox pop. Ed.  

Autumn Charity Appeal


As the days shorten and winter draws near, we ask for your support to help vulnerable older people in our community. People who have given so much, and expect so little. People like Brian. Only a few months ago, Brian was a respected landowner who nearly won the Borsetshire Businessperson of the Year award. Now, thanks to a silly misunderstanding over a toxic chemical spill and a multi-million pound clean-up bill, Brian is a broken man. Instead of presiding over board meetings and barking out orders, he is forced to spend his days:
• helping to chop vegetables for lunch
• complaining about his stepson’s pesticide regime   
• pretending to take an interest in the welfare of elderly relatives.
Please help Brian regain his self-esteem, so he can hold court at the Golf Club bar again, boring everyone with his newly acquired opinions about opportunities for meat exports after Brexit. 
Even a small donation will make a difference, especially to Brian’s wife Jennifer, who can’t wait to get him out from under her feet. Thank you. 

Poem of The Week


Thank you to Bert Fry, the Bard of Borsetshire, for sending us this moving poem, written in honour of his employer Elizabeth Pargetter. 

Lament for Lower Loxley

Now in our lives we all have trouble,
But poor Elizabeth, she has double.
Her son Freddie’s brought terrible shame
On the noble Pargetter name.

In youth offenders’ he does languish,
Causing his mum unbearable anguish.
And while she’d move the earth to free him,
He won’t even let anyone see him.

And in the family there are still hard feelings,
Now they know about Freddie’s dealings.
They can’t manage to forgive and forget
That he put Noluthando in a hospital bed.

So I took Elizabeth on the Tree Top Walk,
And her and me had a little talk.
For while she's in such an anxious state,
She's neglecting work on the estate.

The shrubs need pruning, the lawn's a sight,

Poor Geraldine's toiling day and night.
But though she said she'd heed my words
I don't think Elizabeth really heard.

Young Lily would see the state we're in,
But she's at uni, living in sin.
And so I fear we'll all rue the day
That Master Pargetter was put away. 

Pets of the Week


Names: Gladys and Gloria
Belong to: Jill Archer, Brookfield
Likes: Foraging, squabbling, being shut up safely at night
Dislikes: Josh Archer, foxes, nearly being massacred
Do say: ‘Well done for hiding in the orchard. So sorry about your friends.’
Don’t say: ‘Calm down, ladies. You’re running round like headless chickens.'


Sunday, 7 October 2018

Hot-shot  lawyer takes up desperate mum’s appeal


A lawyer famous for his high-profile clients says he is confident there are grounds to appeal the sentence of a year in detention that was handed down to Freddie Pargetter of Lower Loxley last week.
Freddie’s mother Elizabeth retained ‘Tech’ Nick Allity after claiming that her son, 18, was unsafe in the young offenders’ institute where he was sent from Borchester Crown Court, following his conviction for dealing class A drugs.
‘My poor Freddie will never survive in that place, with people like that,’ she said. ‘There are no scented candles, the pillows are synthetic and there’s no menu to choose from at lunch, as he is used to. And all my so-called friend Usha Franks suggested was to calm down and have a nice cup of tea.’
Mr Allity, who recently hit the headlines for getting a Premier League footballer off a fraud charge on the grounds that he was too stupid to deceive anyone, said there were aspects of the case that gave serious cause for concern.
‘Gimme a break. The cop who arrested this fine young man was out on his bachelor party, dressed as a broad and under the influence of hard liquor,’ said New York-born Mr Allity. ‘Show me anyplace in the Police and Criminal Evidence Act where that’s legal. We’ll have Mr Pargetter out of jail as fast as his mom can transfer 100,000 US to my offshore bank account.’

Snell to bow out in style


Ambridge impresario Lynda Snell has vowed that this year’s Christmas production, which will be her last, will cement her reputation as ‘Borsetshire’s Greatest Show-woman.’
‘Like P.T. Barnum, I feel that, in my own small way, I too have the gift of the business we call show,’ said Mrs Snell. ‘So what could be more fitting than to re-stage, in Ambridge, the story of a visionary who rose from humble beginnings to create a spectacle that became a worldwide sensation?

‘That said, my production, what I have written myself in traditional rhyming couplets, is completely original and draws on my own recent creative influences, which include Anna Karenina, Moby Dick, The Great Gatsby, The Silmarillion and The Tiger Who Came To Tea (little Mungo’s favourite). I can truly promise there will be something for all the family.’


Flower & Produce Show: news round-up


Do you recognise this cabbage?
• Entrants to the Ambridge Flower & Produce Show have been questioned by police investigating the cabbage-throwing incident at Aston Villa’s last home game. ‘We are following a tip-off that a gardener who was pipped to the post for best cabbage may have decided to take his rage out on Aston Villa’s beleaguered manager, Steve Bruce,’ said a spokesperson. ‘We understand that feelings at the show were running high but there’s no excuse for assault with a potentially deadly vegetable.’
• The acceptance speech made by Jennifer Aldridge, winner of the Freda Fry Cup, is officially the longest and weepiest the Flower & Produce Show has ever seen. ‘People felt sorry for her, because she’s having to sell Home Farm, but they began to walk out after she started thanking everyone from her infant school teacher to Fabrice of Felpersham,’ said one visitor. ‘It didn’t help that she wiped her nose on Hilary Noakes’s entry in the “Embroidered ‘Scenes of Borsetshire” category.’
• Bookies described the Show as a ‘skinner’ after Nic’s Harvest Pie, the 100-1 outsider in the Savouries category, was awarded a Highly Commended certificate. ‘There was a late surge of bets on it, but something about that pie didn’t smell right,’ said one.     

 From the message boards


This week we drop in on the Ambridge Community Forum, to find out what residents are chatting about online:

• Hey guys, did you hear Ellis got arrested for dealing, just like Freddie? Reckon he’ll get more than a year – deserves it too. He was the one Freddie was scared of. JohnnyP.
• Yeah. Shocker about Freddie though. Where am I supposed to get sorted for the Naughty Forties Singles Night at the Torn Scrotum? TraceyKardashianOnlyJokinHorrobin
LOLZ. Don’t worry Trace, when Freddie gets out he’ll be a proper criminal – get you anything you like. FelpershamCityFan.
• Um, legal point here, chaps. Does anyone know how one can avoid a particular judge who is clearly rather harsh when it comes to the old sentencing malarkey? Asking for a friend. HomeFarmBrian.
• Posh Boy should’ve got longer. And if Ellis finds he dobbed him in, he’d better watch himself in the showers, if you get me. Ellis got mates everywhere. DunCrimeDoTime
Oh, this is all so distressing! My Freddie is sensitive, like his poor father. He’ll never manage in that dreadful place. How can you all be so horrid? LoLoLizzie.
• Like we care… Everyone.
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Your week in the stars


Our resident astrologer Janet Planet reveals what fate has in store for readers:

Capricorn
The stars are indeed capricious for Goats fresh from victory at the Flower & Produce Show. The prospect of your home of 40 years being turned into luxury flats by a woman called Belcher is a bitter blow, but don’t let it drive you into bingeing on leftover sausage rolls and apricot strudel.

Gemini
Venus, planet of peace, is smiling on you this week and will see the end of a troubling family rift. Your natural generosity will prompt you to give away free birthday cakes to old ladies, but beware: if your husband finds out you are spending profits that should be going into your ISA, the atmosphere of harmony may be short-lived.

Libra
Not a very happy birthday for Librans, who are troubled by inconvenient incidents such as your grandson being in jail and your elderly sister-in-law breaking her hip after tripping over the cat. However, your sunny, upbeat nature will soon reassert itself as you know there is very little in life that can’t be sorted out with a big pot of Earl Grey and a slice of lemon drizzle.   

Borsetshire Rural Cinema: Announcement


Apologies, film fans: there will be no screening in the Village Hall this week as we were sent the wrong film by mistake. Instead of ‘Babe: Pig in the City’ we received ‘Put a Porker in it’, in which Hannah the horny pig-handler gets right under the skin of Big Tom, who’s famed for the size of his sausage. To quote the trailer, it contains “sizzlin’ scenes of makin’ bacon” that the Cinema Committee deemed completely unsuitable for family viewing, once they had watched it three times to make sure.