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………

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.