Showing posts with label Nuneaton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nuneaton. Show all posts

Friday, 11 May 2018

NUN EATEN IN NUNEATON


WARWICKSHIRE POST AND GAZETTE: Letting people in WARWICKSHIRE KNOW

EST. 2015.

Ed. RICH SEAMFINDEr


NUN EATEN IN NUNEATON

By our Warwick Affairs correspondent, Delia Probes.

Shocking reports have reached us here at the Warwickshire Gazette and Post of a sick cannibal preying on the praying community in the area neighbouring Nuneaton. Nuneaton itself has long been stigmatised for the attraction it holds for both bankrupt restauranteurs (and others from the catering industry who failed miserably) and, no less ironically, anorexic support groups. Now, it has proved itself the controversial capital of Warwickshire again with the discovery of the half-eaten remains of a nun outside a church on the outskirts of the town.

The gruesome discovery was made in the early hours of yesterday morning by Alan Snoopins, a retired traffic warden from Coventry, who was on holiday at the time.

‘I woke at the crack of dawn, yesterday,’ Mr Snoopins, 70, said. ‘The toilet in the B&B was blocked, so I decided to go for a walk. I was about ten minutes away from the B&B when I saw a church that looked pretty. Only, on closer inspection, I discovered it was anything but…’

To his horror, on the pathway leading to the church of St Botolph’s, in Credence Lane, Mr Snoopins saw a pack of Alsatian dogs fighting over the remains of a nun.

‘To my horror, I saw a pack of dogs, Alsatians they were, all fighting over this poor nun’s dead body.’

Nauseated, Mr Snoopins immediately alerted the police.

Det. Chief Inspector Alan Mason praised Mr Snoopins for his public-spirited response to what he described as ‘an atrocious end to a nun.’ DCI Mason, who heads what, is now a murder case, has issued the following statement:

‘Thanks to the public-spirited actions of a retired holidaymaker, police are now investigating the suspicious death of a nun, found by the holidaymaker being eaten by a pack of dogs. The dogs themselves were quickly ruled out as the prime suspects in the case as forensics revealed the time of death as some hours previous to their unsightly feast. Further clues point to the perpetrator possibly being male, with a fixation about nuns specifically, or uniformed women in general. Most disturbingly, the number of bite marks on what remained of her body that could not be blamed on the dogs could suggest she was cannibalised.’

The nun has been identified as Sister Veronica Barnacle, from Coventry’s Convent for the Piety and Purification of Our Lady’s Humble Servants. She was aged 55, and believed to have been visiting Father Brawny McGuigan at St. Botolph’s to discuss an inter-diocese funding of a local charities event.

Father McGuigan’s reaction to the police statement was one of ‘complete shock and the deepest revulsion.’ He simply ‘could not imagine,’ he said, ‘what type of monstrous being would do such an appalling thing to a sweet little nun like Sister Veronica. Despite his vocation, Father Brawny spoke of his incredulity over the news. ‘It’s hard to believe, I pray to God for help in understanding the depravity of such a person’s warped psyche. Killing a nun’s bad enough, but then eating her? I pray to God this sick man doesn’t make a habit out of it.’

 

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

THEY ARE SO STUPID THEY THINK THAT…

(This poem works best if you preface each line with the title)

Their postman is made of wood.
‘The Day of the Triffids’ advertises a sale at a garden centre.
Descartes describes carts not used at night.
That it would be dangerous for their postman to meet a fireman.
An ultimatum is the parent of an exceptional number of children.
Flies seen behind a shop window are available to purchase in store.
The Nobel Prize is awarded to retired campanologists.
Stamp duty refers to tax specific to philatelists.
Nuneaton houses the majority of bankrupt restaurateurs.
An off-licence needs replacing.
A guide dog prepares animal lovers for a real one.
In the pub, the cry of ‘Time at the bar now, please,’ alerts them to the availability of herbs on the premises.
A staple diet involves the drastic consumption of stationery.
Savoir-faire is a market.
Deluge means daytime tobogganing.
Psychosis has a psychopathic brother.
Collagen is a word for the top of a shirt soaked in alcoholic spirits.
Outrage describes the person who succeeds in being angrier than another, or the angriest in a group.
A fanatic is a storage area for fans in a loft.
Lofty ideals (eye deals) are opticians’ offers advertised in extremely high places, which are hard to see as a result.
Russian icons (eye cons) suggests ruthless Soviet swindlers who are robbing people blind.
Reptiles represent retailing outlets for household ceramics.
A pole vault is a Polish prison.


(TBC… Perhaps.)

Thursday, 11 June 2009

SKELETAL(L) STORIES

‘Pick the bones out of that!’ I exclaimed to the defeated palaeontologist.
‘You can’t cut Dinos with a dinosaur.’ He feebly replied.
‘I surmise that you’ll fossilise with fossil eyes.’
This, one of my replies, was met with no surprise.
‘Extinct, your ex-stink, of something old and obsolete, leaves you incomplete—like ankles without feet. You might be neat, but you can’t stand up…’
‘I’ll not stand for this,’ he indignantly sounded.
His mouth agape, his eyes rounded.
‘In your field of expertise you’re sufficiently grounded.’
I decided to concede.
‘I must push on, I’ve mouths to feed.’
Interjected the bankrupt restaurateur who’d retired in Nuneaton, masturbating repeatedly over images of Michelle Heaton.