Panic on the streets of Denholme!

Morrissey once famously sang:

Panic on the streets of London, panic on the streets of Birmingham.

Well tonight there’s panic on the streets of Denholme after it was revealed that a creature so debauched that even Satan himself cannot bear to look at it has made a timely return to the village, just in time for Halloween.

The Phantom Shitter is back! And this time he means business doing his business!

In a recent, horrendous event at the pub in Denholme that’s seen off all other pubs in the history of the village, barring the New Inn, but that’s only a matter of time; the Shitter announced its return with a new twist, not only did it leave a shit smeared claw mark on the side of the toilet, it also left its boxers behind as some sort of sinister calling card.

An unsuspecting local, who has asked for anonymity, made this discovery having gone into the cubicle to “powder their nose”, only to discover a boxer blocked shitter with a gruesome shit smear on the inside of the bowl. It appears that this is probably a claw mark as the Phantom held on for dear life as it unleashed its nuclear ass explosion. Local shitter experts are under the impression that the boxers were probably blown off in the bottom eruption and were left behind by accident by the Shitter, as the elusive creature has always disappeared in the past, only leaving behind a steaming turd mountain as evidence of its visit.

One shitter expert, again, requesting anonymity told the Daily:

“It’s been a few years since this spawn of hell last put in an appearance, and it’s interesting that it’s made its return around Halloween. We’ve been left a bit perplexed by the leaving of the boxers though, as all previous evidence has indicated that the Shitter has always gone “commando”, so there’s a possibility that this is an imposter masquerading as the Shitter to just scare the locals.”

Local football hero, Ricardo Wearadona, fresh from scoring a hat trick against a load of kids in wheelchairs at The Mattress, contacted the Daily and had the following to say:

“I’ve seen panic before in the Royal, but not this sort of panic, I mean this was different level! Once the regulars realised the Shitter might be back, they couldn’t down their pints quick enough to get the fuck out of Dodge. I stood my ground though as I’m pretty fearless and at the end of the day, I’ve been in that toilet when it’s been in a much worse state. At one point the fucking pub door was just blocked with bodies and I’m amazed no one got killed, but thankfully, everyone got out and headed to the Lin Wah to buy a different sort of shit. It’d be quite amusing if the Shitter is back, the village has been a bit quite since that bloke with a malteser for a head closed the Time Portal between the two rooms at the pub and a punter managed to murder Don McLean’s “American Pie” to such an extent that Don himself contacted the pub to say THAT was the day the music died.”

Rodrigo Greenez, rumoured to be the Roman soldier that speared the side of Jesus whilst on the cross, had this to say to the Daily:

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about. This village has seen a lot worse than this stupidity. It’s probably someone who had a dodgy curry and decided to play a game of shitbox stick or twist, and called it wrongly, resulting in a near death experience for the poor fucker in the bog in the Royal. I’ll tell you what’s more terrifying, those lefty woke lot, running round the village preaching equality and socialism, the Stalinist cocksucking shmuckos! In Nigel we trust! Vote Nigel, he’s going to sink all those bastards in boats trying to cross Doe Park from Thornton. Keep the fuckers out I say! Once we get those bastards stopped we can go back to blaming the real culprits for the country’s economic woes: single mothers who just got knocked up so they could get a flat in Fairweather Green. They’re the ones we need to sort out! This Phantom Shitter’s just a load of nonsense made up by some local idiot with nothing better to do than be an idiot.”

Mr Greenez then shuffled off muttering about having run the Kray Twins out of Blackpool and if anyone knew who had the “shit”. We think he was referring to marijuana, but don’t quote us.

What is certain is that villagers are cowering in their homes, praying to the Deer God that the Shitter isn’t back as the nights draw in.

More as we get more………

DUFC in Man Love Scandal

Who is number 11?

The village was in uproar this evening when it emerged that a DUFC player might be guilty of enjoying playing “Hide the Sausage” with members of the same sex.

The Daily was sent this photo anonymously earlier today and we have to say, that in all our years as investigative Roger Cook style badass reporters, we have never, EVER, seen anything as disturbing.

Don’t get us wrong, we have no issue with man love, but, as every weird rabbit/ deer statue worshiping villager is aware, man love is illegal in the village and is punishable by death. Yes, you can sleep with your mate’s birds, mothers, and in one case we heard of, grans, but under no circumstances do you try ram your pink love missile into another man’s silo. If you get caught, it’s death without trial.

A very distraught fan contacted us earlier via Whatsapp and had the following to say:

“I have watched DUFC through thick and thin, the highs, and the lows but I’m done with them. If that vile illness has crept into DUFC, you can guarantee they’re all at it. Scoring goals, touching other’s arses and kissing each other. It’s a fckuing outrage and the sooner the High Priests find out who these faggoty arsed bumboys are and deal with them the better!. My sons and daughters idolise these players and can you imagine how distraught they’ll be when they find out that not only do their heroes bang them into the back of the net every weekend, but afterwards they bang one into each other’s nets in the fcuking band room. This is probably the worst day in the history of the village. A worse day than the day the Phantom Shitter returned from Hell to wreak havoc on the village.”

Football has often had many allegations of man love within its ranks, and as can be seen opposite, on occasion some players can’t even wait till full time, losing their shit and openly fisting other players in front of packed stadia. However, in most forward thinking places, if men want to get jiggy with each other, it’s perfectly acceptable, but, as we all know, Denholme makes North Korea look like a forward thinking, liberal country by comparison, and to try get up to a bit of “pole dancing” with another bloke is considered more dangerous than playing Irish roulette, the game where you put five bullets in the gun as opposed to the more sensible Russian idea of just one bullet.

The DUFC pre season tour…

Another visibly shaken villager collared one of our intrepid team outside the Coop where he’d just finished a marathon game of Hide n Shop and had this to say:

“It should have been fcuking obvious that this lot were nancy boy, Jimmy Somerville, cock munchers. The clues have been there for years; that weird skin tight kit they wore a few years back that made them look like a gay tribute act for a fucking zebra crossing, the fact that they always warm up to “Mighty Real” by Sylvester and ALWAYS go on their pre-season tour to Brighton, where they play fcuk all football and come out of their hotel after a week walking like John Wayne once he gets off his horse to go to the saloon to kick some daft fcukers head in, simply because he’s John fcuking Wayne and he can do what he fcuking likes. I watch those fucking pansies diving round in the park and, to be brutally honest, it’s a fucking disgrace. If they offered up more on the pitch than their friggin arses they’d probably win the league every year. I’m amazed Ron Hudson Jr hasn’t secured them a sponsorship deal with Vaseline and Poppers.”

The DUFC players earlier…

The Daily has approached the club for comment, but as of this moment, no club official has come forward to talk to us, but this is hardly surprising, as you’d have more chance of speaking to a Grandmaster of the Ku Klux Klan than a DUFC official.

The Daily would like to point out to the DUFC hierarchy that the longer you avoid us, the worse it’ll be. We’re giving you the chance to set the record straight, but based on the leaked photo, there’s nothing straight about you lot.

More as we get more…

Fly Ganagan in Heaven.

The Four Clowns earlier today.

The good people of Denholme were tonight cracking open the Skol Extra Strength 1080, smoking a hell of a lot of weed and probably doing that much sniff that the Colombian economy just shot out of recession faster than that bloke ran into the Coop when his goat started eating all the fresh veg.

Initially it was believed that Adidas had decided to bring out a six toed version of the Gazelle, allowing the good locals to pretend they were 80’s Scally Soccer Casuals. However, the Daily has discovered that it isn’t fashion that’s got them all jizzing in their imitation Emporio Armanis but the earth shattering news that the greatest band ever to play in the Black Bull (RIP), “The Four Clowns” were reforming to terrorise any poor soul that came within earshot of their music.

The Four Clowns began their career in the early 2000s and built up a decent following of drug addled fans, who, it is said, had to be off their tits to listen to them, but once you’re high as a kite, the death groans of a Wildebeest are something you can usually get your groove on to, so The Clowns were always onto a winner. They almost got a slot at Bingley Music Live but thankfully due to some bent voting at a Battle of the Bands thing in Shipley, they were denied this opportunity and Bingley was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Once they realised that they weren’t going to play anything bigger than the bandstand, their charismatic front man and professional dog wrestler, Rick Glenry, left the band citing artistic differences. At the time he told the Daily that the others were serious musicians and he just wanted to pretend he was Liam Gallagher. This in itself was controversial, as the village already has an LG wannabe in Fly Ganagan. Glenry then embarked on a relatively successful solo career until, due to personal issues, such as shit fences and garage rooves, he sank without a trace, not even getting a slot at this year’s CricFest, although rumours did circulate that he was pondering a one man show in the bus stop near the Fleece in Cullingworth. The other clowns carried on and played a load of half decent gigs until they also decided to call it a day. UNTIL NOW.

Late last night, Glenry took to social media with a load of cryptic messages for his 8 followers, saying “I never liked the word useless” and then adding “26/08/24, the day the earth stood still”. And then at lunchtime today, smoke signals were seen coming from the park, and when translated were understood to say “The Clowns are back in Town”.

The internet in the village immediately imploded, as it’s still based on 14.4k dial up technology and redefines the word “slow”, as the loyal fanbase of the Clowns all packed in PornHub for a bit whilst they searched the net for the views of their heroes’ return.

The local social media site for the village, “FaceAche”, was awash with posts from the excited fans with posts like these:

“Not been this excited since the Feds dropped all charges against me.”

“The last time I was this happy was when I realised that I hadn’t been burgled at all and had sold all my worldly possessions for a huge bag of piss poor Colombian Talc.”

Fly Ganagan out in Baildon in the early nougties with Mong Eyed Willie.

Local Liam G wannabe, Fly Ganagan, contacted the Daily and had the following to say:

“Mad fer it are kid! I AM FOOKIN MAD FER IT! I always said the Clowns were too good to call it a day and as per everything I open me mouth about, I was right, ya set of fcukin lemons. I can dust off me Stone Island sweaters and get me Helly Hansen coat out after all these years, and I can go do some karaoke whilst standing there with me hands behind me back singing “All Around the World” then doing a few Robbie Williams covers. I’ll then have a few shandies and get into a punch up with me sen and anyone in a Blur T-shirt. This has cheered me up, and have I needed it. Ever since Murgen Sock said he was leaving the ‘Pool I’ve been proper down but I won’t look back in anger, this news is FCUKIN SUPERSONIC!” Fly then said he had to go as he needed to go down the Coop for his Mam and do some gurning through the window at all and sundry.

The irate dog walker earlier…

Not all the locals however seem, happy at the news, and one of the Daily’s heroic journalists was accosted by an irate villager walking her dog in the park earlier who had this to say:

“Music? Fcuking music? Are you kidding me? This lot’s idea of what constitutes music is a joke, pal. I’ve heard more rhythm and talent coming out of a tumble dryer you left 50p in because you didn’t check your pockets. CHRIST ALL FCUKING MIGHTY, it’s just noise. I’d rather sit next to some prick drilling yet more roadworks on the Main Rd just to guarantee their budget for next year than endure this utter fcuking drivel. And as for the Fly Ganagan character, he ought to know better. He’s never got over the fact that Blur handed Oasis their arses to them back in 1995 and he’s been bitter ever since. Strutting round giving it all that neck out bollocks and gurning. Grow up lad, you’re almost 50. Want me to tell you what music is do ya? DO YA? I’ll tell ya whether you want to know or not, and you better report me words or I’ll find ya, ya bastard. Music? PERRY COMO, that’s music. Music’s never been the same since Perry died.”

The dog’s comment…

We at the Daily however feel that the lady’s dog ought to have the last word, as it also felt the need to comment on the announcement that The Four Clowns are back in the Big Top and this time they mean business. As they say, a picture speaks a thousand words.

More as we get more…

Hide and Shop – the new craze sweeping the village…

A canny bastard hiding in the Coop

A new craze is sweeping the village, a game only a select few are able to take part in, and this game is called “Hide and Shop”. In recent weeks it has come to the attention of the Daily that there’s a new mentality of “probably can pay, but nay, get ta fuck I ain’t gonna pay” mentality sweeping the village. And it’s left a few people a bit pissed off, a few people absolutely smashing it in the unofficial “Hide and Shop Premier League”, and one poor fucker almost losing the shirt off their back and having to resort to begging outside the Coop to survive.

The game rules are pretty simple:

  1. Identify a mark
  2. Get them to do some work for you or something, or just get them to lend you the money for your next bag of piss poor quality Medellin Talcum Powder.
  3. Promise that you’ll pay them back by a certain date.
  4. Don’t fucking bother.

At this point, the starting gun is fired on the game:

  1. Every time you see them in the Coop, hide, and just pray to the Gods of Unholy Shitterhousery that they don’t spot you. If they do, you have to pay them and the game is over.
  2. If you avoid them, live to fight another day, or should we say, live to owe another day.
  3. Report the near miss to the unofficial league using their online “Fuck me, that was close, I nearly had to pay the fucker back” form.
  4. Live to fight another day and go about your existence happy in the knowledge that you are one hardcore, money owing, mofo.

Don’t worry if you’re spotted by the person you owe the money to outside of the Coop; when they approach you for the money, just utter some piss poor excuse along the lines of: “Oooo has it been that long? I’ll see what I can do next week”, “I can’t pay you till I get my winnings from this year’s Richard Gere lookalike contest I’ve won again”, “Eh, what the fuck do you mean I had to pay it back?”. Basically, just come out with any old shit till they fuck off and leave you alone. Then carry on about your day, maybe booking a holiday in Bali or something, oblivious to the fact the person you owe the money to has resorted to using foodbanks and giving five quid hand jobs to anyone who fancies one behind the bowling green hut in the park, just to keep the wolf from the door.

Local village Blur Fan Club Chairman Fly Ganagan, had this to say about the game:

Ganagan acting the goat

“I’ll fucking tell you what it is r kid, them fucking lemons need to pay their dues. Dues, dues, get me some booze. Blur are shit. That Albarn, I bet he owes money, the Tory bastard, I’ll slap that fucking nipple if I ever see him. But, in all seriousness, all I can say to those people chasing money, don’t give up on your dream of getting paid, ya gotta roll with it, don’t look back in anger, blah blah fucking blah”, he then turned round and sauntered off playing a pair of maracas, doing that stupid strut walk, like a demented chicken that’s just sharted. He almost got taken to heaven by the 697, but skilfully avoided it.

Rick Glenry, the Carlsberg of Denholme, as he’s probably the hardest person the village has ever seen had the following to say to us:

“I’ll tell you what it is, never a lender nor borrower be. And if you do borrow money/ get people to do stuff for you, for fuck’s sake pay it back/ pay them when you say you’re going to. I mean I’m all for this game, sounds fucking class, but really, it isn’t, it’s utter bollocks not paying people back. However, I’ll fucking tell you what, I’m not paying for that fucking fence that fell down when my cat sneezed on it, you can FUCK RIGHT OFF!”. Glenry then told us he was off to the park to fight a few dogs as he’s hard as fuck.

The homeless money lender waiting for their prey

The International Red Cross and UNICEF have also waded into the debate about the morality of borrowing money and not paying it back. It is believed they are concerned for the welfare of the poor fucker who lost the shirt off their back when some ballbag decided not to repay the money they’d borrowed to buy a big fuck off bag of Chob to shove up their hooter, and have decided to send them an aid packet of 8 cans of Oranjeboom, a bag of skunk and a fresh pair of undies.

More as we get more…..

This weeks choice tune is “Flowers” by The Charlatans:

Desperate Time Traveller loose in Village

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The Time Traveller’s Vessel

Villagers were last night advised by the Village Elders to lock their doors after rumours abounded that a desperate visitor from the past or future was loose in the village. An alert was issued after discovery of a want-ad placed in the passage between the New Inn and Ogden Crescent (the less luxurious part of the Heatherlands development).  A DeLorean, similar to the one used in the classic 80s documentary, Back To The Future, was also discovered clamped in the car part of the New Inn, pouring more fuel onto an already raging fire. The landlord of the New Inn, when asked why he had clamped the car, told the Daily:

“Everyone knows that the car park is for patrons only, and last time I checked, Michael J. Fox hadn’t been in recently. Now, kindly fcuk off with your stupid newspaper. Either buy some Arse Jooce IPA or do one.”

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The Want-ad, yesterday.

The want-ad, crudely sprayed onto a wall, requests that if anyone fancies giving the anonymous person a “blow” to ring the number provided.  Village PCSO, Neil Abbedhim contacted us earlier today and said the following:

“Well, what else could it be? These requests for sex acts were last seen on pub toilet doors in the 1980s. We are obviously being visited by a traveller from the past, a traveller desperate to get his pipe puffed as soon as possible. Maybe he’ll die without a blow, who knows? There’s been some weird shit going on round here lately, well, weirder than normal. Rumours of random ear parts, wood-chippers and all manners of other stupid hearsay. Only this lunchtime I was contacted by a frightened local who said a Mk2 Ford Capri had pulled up, with a scruffy driver at the wheel, asked them if they wanted to see some puppies and what time the paper shop opened, as they wanted to buy some Jazz mags. Must be into that particular musical genre I guess. Maybe there is something to the time traveller rumours. Maybe the village is a portal to other worlds!?”.

The Village Elders and Tourist Board, however, had another slant on the goings on. Tourist Board Chief, Holly Day, told the Daily in the last ten minutes:

Time-travel-news-time-travel-possible-physics-time-travel-machine-1109426“Time traveller? Seriously? Good God man, have the villagers finally got their hands on some grade A “Blow”, not the usual shit cut with Ajax that leaves your inner nose looking as if you’ve had a cheese grater up there for half an hour on max speed? Fcuking Time Traveller Shmime Babbeler. It’s a Banksy, we all know it. It’s controversial, it’s current and it’s in our village! We should be making a meal out of this! Far too long have tourists bypassed out great village to go visit Haworth. I mean, what’s that about? A load of writers who died hundreds of years ago, who wrote, let’s be honest, tripe. Hardly like your noble publication, a hard hitting, truth telling piece of enlightenment in a very dark world.”

The villagers have been warned, that should they see someone looking out of place in the village, not to approach them but to call for the police. The Time Traveller, or Banksy, or who, or whatever it is may be dangerous and should be kept at a distance.

Police released an e-fit of  a person they want to interview in connection with the DeLorean and the graffiti. Keep your eyes out people. Take care of each other and let’s make our streets safe again. The e-fit is below.

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“A wood chipper?! I’m not John Pertwee you fcuking nobhead.”

More as we get more…

Village saved!!!

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The aid landing on The Mattress

Despite being requested to stay indoors and social distance, the good folk of Denholme were partying like it was 1999 last night as the first of the promised Government aid finally arrived at the Mechanics Institute. The people took to the streets in their droves as the first helicopter shipments began to land on the Mattress, the part of the park where Denholme United get a royal fcuking every two weeks. The village has found itself caught up in the biggest crisis to hit the village since the Black Bull shut. That crisis being NCV2020. “NoCocaVirus2020”. As the rest of the planet has desperately battled the Covid-19 thing sweeping all before it, Denholme has had to face something much more serious. The cocaine in the village has dried up.

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The distress signal spotted by the Colombian satellite

Luckily for the village however, the distress signal some winner placed up on the Fairy Rings was spotted by a passing satellite, and the Government was quick to answer the call for help. Luckily, the satellite was Colombian and Bogota was quick to get its arse into gear. Upon receiving the satellite image, the boys in South America swung into action, sending their entire helicopter fleet halfway round the globe to help its biggest export region bar none. A Colombian Government spoken known only as “Pablo E.”, emailed the Daily earlier today, telling us the following:

“These are bad times in which we as a race find ourselves, and we must come together as a species to get through this together. Whether it be PPE for the BRI or GEAR to DENHOLME, we, the Colombian people will answer any call for help. We have more money than any other country on the planet, and if we could just find where that crafty cnut from Medellin hid it all, we could end poverty. Like that singer once promised he would. More chance of that dog biscuit Bonio ending poverty if you ask me. Anyway, we will always answer the call for Coca. Denholme has always had it on tick, but they usually pay on time.”

Village football legend Ron Hudson Jr. told the Daily via a message sent by carrier pigeon the following:

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“Pablo E.”

“Firstly, let me say, DUFC have had a right run of late. Principally because we haven’t played, so our record is ace as we haven’t been fcuked on the Mattress in forever. Anyway, back to business. God bless Colombia, that’s what I say. Although not a partaker of the Medellin Marching Powder myself, I have felt for my fellow villagers as I have walked amongst them the way Jesus walked amongst lepers, the anguish and despair on their faces has been plain for all to see. I have seen half crazed loons buying bags of flour, running out of the Coop like Charlie when he gets a golden ticket. (No pun intended). The daft cnuts have probably done a fat line, washed their

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Foster Park Grove last week.

hooters, fallen asleep with the heating on full blast to wake up with bread growing out of their nostrils. I myself came up with a plan once the bog roll ran dry, I just double drop Imodium every morning and I haven’t needed a crap since the 17th of March. All I can say is, Viva Colombia, Viva el Pueblo, Viva la Revolucion!”. There is a rumour also doing the rounds that Mr Hudson Jr. only drinks in the Con Club as he’s a spy for Mini Creations.

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Mr Ganagan earlier.

Village crooner Fly Ganagan also contacted the Daily and had the following to say: “Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee, it’s me ya mad fcukers, Fly Fly G. Alright r kid, mad fer it. Ya seen r kid Noel, the fookin lemon.” Mr Ganagan then did a peace sign, zipped his stupid submarine collar up even further than usual, rattled his tambourine, called a few people shweetheart and walked off.

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Zapatistas

The Colombian aid package is now under lock and key and it is being guarded by the DLF (Denholme Liberation Front), until it can be got out to the areas of the village hardest hit by the Coca shortage. The Denholme Liberation Front are a sort of shit version of Al Qaeda, who think they’re going to bring armed revolution to the village armed with a Super Soaker, a bag of gear and a couple of air bombs. To be fair though, when four men walked off into the Chiapas rainforest and emerged ten thousand strong, calling themselves Zapatistas, people weren’t laughing for long.

Breaking news:

The Daily has just been contacted by the UK Government and asked to help put a stop to few rumours doing the rounds, so we will do our best to clear them up:

  1. Man did not go to the moon, it was done in a studio somewhere.
  2. Rick Glenry is probably the hardest man in Denholme. Probably.
  3. Hitler didn’t die in Berlin in 45. He ended up living in Denholme, calling himself Rod. To this very day he still evades all attempts to capture him and even The Grim Reaper himself.
  4. The Corona Virus was not started in Cullingworth to try destroy Denholme

On a more serious note; well, more serious than our hard hitting reportage, stay safe out there people, more people will probably die of stupidity than Covid-19.

More as we get more…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moses visits Denholme Cricket Club

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Moses pointing to Bingley

Denholme Cricket Club were reeling this morning after an overnight exodus of players following a visit to the club by a mysterious figure, described by one player as “Moses, the man himself.”

At last night’s well attended AGM, halfway through proceedings, a darkness descended on the packed room and what witnesses described as a “burning bush” appeared on the stage in the Con Club. At the same time, a mysterious figure walked in, approached several players, whispered something in their ears and pointed in the general direction of Bingley. Once the figure had finished he hit the floor three times with his shepherd’s crook and addressed the assembled club members thus:

Oh ye disbelievers in the Gods of Cricket thy time is upon thee! A curse shall lay upon this club till my brethren can bathe freely after games and thy tea tent doth resemble the Hacienda of Manchester fame. This club shall struggle to pick two teams every week and should it do so, I shall force rain from the Lord to make sure no game takes place. For too long have thee sat idly by neglecting the basic hygiene issues at the club. For that thee shalt pay a high price. Each year I, Moses, Israel, son of the Lord, shall return and take between six and nine of your players until such time as my demands, which, to be fair, are not unreasonable, should be met. The Lord hath spoken, and as the Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.

At this, the mysterious figure disappeared into thin air, as did the burning bush. The light in the room soon returned to normal, and all seemed fine and dandy again. However, all was not well within the meeting, and following a controversial vote, the eyes of several players were noted to glaze over, and they stood up in unison, shuffling toward the door, through it and into the night. A low noise could be heard being muttered by the departing men, and one witness told the Daily this morning:

At first it was pretty unintelligible but once they achieved a divine harmony, one such that dogs would openly howl in agony, it became apparent they were repeating the same word over and over again. It sounded like “Mongs” or “Wrongs”, it made little sense to me and before we knew it, they’d gone. This allowed us to get on with the meeting.

Another eyewitness told the Daily:

At first I thought it was Rodrigo Greenez pissing about, but no, it was Moses himself. I mean look at the photo, it was him! Who else could it have been? Santa Claus? Don’t be daft, he isn’t real, unlike God.

Many attendees of the meeting reported a sudden feeling of elation after the visit of Moses, and a sudden desire to go to Bingley. The lady behind the bar told us:

I don’t even play cricket, I think it’s moronic and shite but after that Moses bloke had been I felt the need to go play cricket in Bingley and my life would be complete. It was such an urge I woke up this morning to find Amazon outside with a bat, ball, whites, a set of pads, gloves, boots, a helmet and a bat. I also found a copy of Wisden 1997 under my bed. Weird.

The visitation of Moses didn’t make everyone happy though. A member of the recruitment committee got in touch with us earlier and had this to say:

Well, that’s that then isn’t it? How in hell are we supposed to attract new players when fcuking Moses wades in, points at Bingley and half the team get up and leave? It’s like trying to run a bath with the plug out for fcuk’s sake. I bet Denholme United don’t have this shite to deal with. Then again, they have showers, and boy do they need them, I’ve watched them, they fcuking stink. But this, this is like looking for a hammer to find that your Uncle Peter’s borrowed your toolbox again. Seriously, we’ll carry on with our mission but let’s be clear, this is a setback.

We at the Daily would like to point out at DUFC do not stink at all and are actually having a great season, mainly thanks to the goals scored by Dickie Gear and his team mate “The Midgemeister”.

The Daily would like to wish both sporting academies in the village the best of luck in their respective fields. Make Denholme proud lads!

More as we get more…

The DCC players on the mad mile on their way to Bingley earlier today.