(NOTE: Back in the Long Summer of '98, there were some vague mumblings about making this a regular monthly thing. Unfortunately, the distractions of having A Life, and Stuff To Do meant that only the one edition was ever produced. So stand back and wonder at this unique edition of the startling exposé that was the Blewbury Rattler.)
On the surface, Blewbury is apparently a quiet, humdrum little Oxfordshire village, with little more to recommend itself to the casual passer-by than its curious thatched walls. Its inhabitants seem to go through life wishing for nothing more than a pint of milk on the doorstep every morning. However, few realise the true nature of Blewbury - that underneath its gentle exterior it is in fact a seething hive of scurrilous activity and sexual scandal. This paper is on a mission - to expose the real truth behind the facade that is...Blewbury.
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| Issue One - August 1998 | |
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BUS ARRIVES AT BUS-STOPCitizens of Blewbury were astonished last Wednesday, when, to their utter surprise, a bus actually stopped at the bus stop by the Barley Mow. As Blewbury has been cut off from civilisation for several decades now, and in fact exists in an unexplainable time warp of its own, the bus driver, Mr Andy Newfangledmachines, was somewhat surprised as well:"I were headin' for Didcot, as usual. Then I took the wrong turnin', and this weird little village appeared out of the mist..."
Some of the Blewburians waiting at the bus stop have in fact been waiting there for up to twenty years, remaining ever optimistic that one day a bus could arrive to whisk them off to the mysterious and forbidden delights of the village of Aston Tirrold - nearly half a mile away. The shock of actually seeing a bus caused one particularly elderly waiter, 105 year old Mr Ican Getitupreglarohyes, to have a heart attack. His daughter, 76 year old Mrs Elaine Throgsporten, commented that: When asked to comment, the manager of the bus company, Mr Michael Ihaveaspoon, made this statement: |
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| Random News | |
| Blewbury Church of England Primary School has been beseiged by a plague of small yappy dogs. "I like pears", commented canteen mistress Largely Unknown. | |
| The Blewbury Scout Hut mysteriously disappeared last Thursday. Local police believe it to have been stolen by a rogue gang of Girl Guides. Anyone with information should contact our main office. | |
| Local hairdresser, Madam Embroidery, recently fell off her chair. She is said to be in a stable condition. | |
| Sadly, 98 year old Mr Simon Stubbtoe passed away last Tuesday. "He was a mean old bugger, and I shan't miss him." said one grieving neighbour. | |
| Mr Ivan Enormousone has reported a missing apple. Please contact us if you have any information. | |
| People throughout the village have been opening cupboards. This cause of this peculiar trend is as yet unknown. | |
| More on Page Two! See our horoscopes, and read the true story about the maypole dancing! | |
| Anyone wishing to contact our main office should email us at rattler@cat-basket.org. All complaints will be ignored. All information in this paper is strictly unchecked, and is in most cases a complete lie. |
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If this all seems just too damn strong and unbelievable, you can always see the image of Blewbury that the residents would have you believe. Don't say you haven't been warned, though...
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