Terrible scenes at Fakenham tennis championships
Doctors were called in from all over the Fakenham District to attend distressed members of the public after a rain stoppage produced a display so sickening that strong men from Great Snoring and beyond were reduced to quivering wrecks. No sooner had the players left the court than Sir Cliff Richard and his new best friend David Davis took over the umpire’s chair and microphone and sang to the crowd.
I admit my promises were pants.
Oh Jean-Claude Juncker
You’ve really led us quite a dance.
Who could believe that I could determine
When every Pole and German
Me to settle finance first.
Jean-Claude my son
I’ll dress it up as if I’d really won.
And if that was not bad enough David Davis pushed poor Sir Cliff away and regaled the crowd with his own special version of the Sinatra classic ‘I did it their way.’
When at last the sun came out and the medics had done their work play was abandoned for the day for fear of any repetition.
Theresa May’s top advisers move to Fakenham
Crowds lined The Street of Fakenham, sometimes as much as two deep, to greet the celebrities who had decided to transfer their awesome skills to the task of helping Tony Blair, the self elected Mayor, to plan the strategy for his next election campaign.
Tony emerged from his afternoon nap to greet them, although he was not entirely sure what they might have to offer him as he was fully aware that his election winning days were long gone. And suddenly there they stood. Nick Timothy and Fiona Hill, fresh from their triumphant efforts on behalf of Theresa May were offering their talents to the good people of Fakenham and their self appointed Mayor. Just how lucky could the citizens of one small town be, having such a rich array of blessings.
Nick and Fiona did not need a microphone. Instead the bellowed at the crowds, snarling and threatening anyone who might oppose the policies that they intended to impose on Fakenham. The Trumpet’s intrepid Fakenham correspondent recorded their words in her notebook. ‘We are not here to make friends but to do a job, and we will judge our results on the number of our enemas*.’
And then Tony Nick and Fiona joined hands and entertained the crowd, which may have even amounted to eleven or twelve, to their special rendition of ‘Simply the Best.’
* Perhaps you mean enemies? Editor
No. Pretty sure it was enemas. Intrepid correspondent.
Prince William appointed President of Fakenham
Prince William stood before the Fakenham Town Council and allowed his equerry to brush a tear from his eyes. He looked out at the twenty members who had made his dream come true.
‘I used to want to be a pilot but have come to understand that I need to be a politician. My dear old Dad has had a sad life. He has so much wisdom and experience to offer to working families, single mothers and small businesses, and yet he has been thwarted at every turn. But he has pressed on, and because of the thousands of letters that he has written to MPs and Ministers, many of which have been opened, and some of which have even been read, the world is a safer and a kinder place.
‘But for a young man like myself this is not enough. And it is all so very unfair. To spread my own views to the families and businesses who are crying out for my guidance, I would need to go through the process of an election. That is so very wrong for a talented chap like myself. Did I need an election to become a Prince? No of course I did not. Did I need an election to become Duke of Cambridge? Never. And so why should I have to be involved in a sordid competition to allow me to become involved politically?
‘ I am grateful to the good Burghers of Fakenham for electing me President, and so please do not take this personally when I tell you that I have decided to abolish the Council and to govern on hereditary lines rather than by the ballot box. The motto for the Town of Fakenham is now “what Wills wants, Wills gets.” ‘
Before Fakenham’s new President could spell out his rather selective programme of reform Boris Johnson burst into the room ping pong bat in hand. “I must warn you, Your Highness President. Even for those elected to the highest offices in the land there is plenty of scope for being sidelined and silenced. Damn poor show, wiff waff,waff wiff. But then like you, my day May come sooner than people might think.’
Making Fakenham Great Again
Donald Trump could not believe his eyes as his motorcade sped into the centre of Fakenham. On either side of the road were throngs of people out to greet him. The love they bore him could be seen from the gifts they were carrying, Aldi, Tesco, Primark and even John Lewis.
The Donald turned to Katrina Pearson his trusted adviser and source of all wisdom, and admired the necklace she had worn to emphasise her solidarity with the good people of West Norfolk, live twelve bore cartridges strung together with miniature handcuffs. She explained that Tesco and Primark were words in the local dialect conveying bottomless love and respect for blondely bouffant visitors and that John Lewis was the Town’s sheriff.
He climbed out of his limmo and started shaking hands with all those who had not been able to retreat. “I thank you from the heart of my bottom for yewall turning out to see me and hearing my plans for making Fakenham great again. This is really beautiful. Beautiful.’
‘Beautiful my arse,’ replied the good folk of Fakenham, as one in their outrage at having market day disturbed and also in mistaking USA’s finest for Boris Johnson. Bugger of back home and never darken our doors again.’
“I think that went well,’ murmured Katrina to her boss. ‘Yessiree, really beautiful’, he agreed.
HARRY KANE SIGNS FOR FAKENHAM F.C.
Following his four goals against Leicester for Tottenham Harry Kane surprised his fans by announcing that he was leaving the club to attempt the ultimate challenge. He gave a shy smile as he said that his current form was just too good for next season’s premier League and European Cup. ‘A player in his prime needs to pit himself against the finest in the world. Real Madrid, Bayern Munich, Barcelona are all very well but are yesterday’s game. The fixtures that really stir the blood of a true sporting man are the grudge matches between Fakenham and Swaffham as well as the mouth watering prospect of scoring away at Downham Market.’
Second Hand Skodas of Fakenham announced that they were sponsoring Harry for his first season with an offer of a Fabia no more than 10 years old.
Ernie Gurney manager of Fakenkam FC has told the West Norfolk Trumpet that he didn’t know much about his new signing and that a London boy could not expect to walk straight into the first team.
Diane Abbott gives masterclass
The boys and girls of Fakenham Lower School year eight were thrilled to have distinguished statistician Diane Abbott as their new teacher. She stood before them and started the lesson with great confidence. ‘If a woman appoints 10,000 policemen and pays each of them fifty pounds a year what will she have after four years?’
The class was silent and puzzled but the naughtiest and boldest girl, Christine, put her hand up and suggested that she would have a break down in law and order because the policemen could not live on fifty pounds a year.
Diane put on a smile of forced patience and continued. ‘That is not what I said. Listen carefully. If a woman appoints two hundred and fifty thousand policemen and pays them from the money that has also been used a few times, but only on capital projects and so that isn’t expenditure but investment, then what will she have after four years?’
Once again the class fell silent until little Christine put up her hand. ‘ Please Miss, you are making my head hurt. Are we appointing ten thousand policemen or two hundred and fifty thousand?’
By now Diane was really seething. This was so unfair. It was the seventh lesson she had given and she was feeling really tired. The little brat had no right to be telling those awful fibs. ‘No Christine. Please listen. I never said anything about two hundred and fifty thousand policemen. That would be really silly. Now pay attention and I will make this really easy. If a man has three new nuclear submarines but no armaments and loses a third of his seats how many colleagues will remain to support him?’
And as the weary lesson wound its sad way onwards, Christine continued to raise the questions that everyone wanted to ask but most preferred to keep their heads below the parapet and Diane continued to scold her for daring to question what she had said. The bell went and the students filed out unimpressed with their new teacher and Diane thought how much better behaved pupils were in the private sector.
Tony Blair to be Mayor of Fakenham
Tony Blair stood on the balcony of the mayoral office in Station Road. He surveyed the good folk of Fakenham as they rushed past in the rain. Slowly and, scarcely looking at his reflection in the window, he raised his microphone to his lips and declared, ‘I am back’. He gave one of those diffident little smiles that he reserved for the great moments in his career and declared “I am back.’
Nobody looked up. Nobody paid any attention, but Tony did not mind. he had declared himself Mayor of Fakenham and it felt so very good to be back. he continued, ‘I am a pretty regular kind of a guy and , if you like, we can wage war on Iraq or even Ipswich.’
As dusk fell on the mean streets of Fakenham nobody had stopped to listen or to protest.
The Trumpet’s brave reporter asked passers-by what they thought of their new self-appointed Mayor and the verdict was universally the single word ‘pants’.
Honesty and Transparency in Fakenham Election
The candidates for the 2017 election to Fakenham’s Town Council have collaborated in the production of a joint manifesto.
‘Things are in a bit of a mess and we are all responsible. Long term problems need long term solutions and our previous habits of employing election strategists have made us focus on the things to get us re-elected rather than the good of Fakenham and its people. We have all played silly career games which have led us to meddle just to demonstrate activity for its own sake. Councillors with no knowledge of their departments have been put in charge and as soon as they have actually got a grip, there have been reshuffles and another department head has been appointed who has to start all over again. The party system has been a disaster for our electorate. We all could see the financial crash coming, but none of us could admit it for fear of losing face. We all knew we should at least occasionally balance the books but we all spent far more than we collected. Despite doing exactly the same, one side of the Council called the other reckless and the other side retorted with charges of savage austerity.
For this election we admit that you are going to have to pay more tax, and we can make no promise other than to do our best for you as individuals. we abandon our parties and their whips who have driven well intentioned councillors into becoming mere lobby feed. So have a good look at us individually and vote for the ones that seem to have their hearts in the right place. We will no longer insult your intelligence by issuing manifesto promises or sticking together in the political parties that have done so much to damage you all.’
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A thousand things to do with a dead uncle
North Korean leader Kim Jong-un had his audience at the Fakenham Family Centre in stitches as he regaled them with a hilarious account of his the surprise he sprang on his favourite uncle. At times he was scarcely able to continue as he had to wipe tears of laughter from his chubby cheeks. He described the way in which the old boy who had dangled him on his knee and told him stories as a child was invited to sit in a nice comfortable chair and help in a the survey ‘How clean are the barrels of my anti aircraft guns.’ Kim thought that the funniest thing of all was how his uncle’s last words were ‘It all looks pretty clear to me.’
When questioned by members of the audience Kim Jong-un reluctantly agreed that in the normal round of uncle killings a slightly smaller fire-arm might produce less collateral damage.
The good people of Fakenham gave Kim a standing ovation and pleaded for an encore in the form of a little song about the day his half brother went to the airport. Kim smiled his modest little smile and promised to come back in 2018.
Kim Kardashian Unplaced in Fakenham Bottom Contest
Bookies were confounded when the favourite Kim Kardashian failed to finish in the top three in Fakenham’s prestigious Best Bottom competition.
The judges were unanimous in awarding the title to 83 year old Bob Anthony, despite his protests that he was not entering the competition but merely answering an urgent call of nature.
The Chairman of the judging panel complimented Bob on the white scrawny look that he had cultivated in his exposed rear end. The interesting swirls of grey hair against a background of explosive red spots were especially commended.
Ms Kardashian left Fakenham before the prizes were awarded but her spokesman confirmed that she would be go into training for the 2018 competition. She would seek success by pursuing a strategy of marginal gains rather than top to bottom changes.
Fakenham’s mayor was reported as being happy with a local boy doing good.
Putin in Leg Amputation drama.
Patients attending Fakenham Hospital have reported seeing the Russian President arriving in Accident and Emergency and demanding the facilities to amputate his own leg. Hospital managers consulted the rule book and informed the Soviet Supremo that if he wanted to cut above the knee then he would be charged as a private patient but that below the knee would be free on the West Norfolk Health Plan.
Witnesses to the act report that, through his translator, Putin declared ‘Then I cut it off exactly at the knee and get the best of both worlds.’ Facilities were made available to the visiting statesman and in no time at all he was hopping out of the hospital with the limb tucked under his arm. He turned to the staff who had been present and told them ‘This is the way to run a health service.’
Our reporter at the scene interviewed other patients and were told that it was a disgrace that a man from outside West Norfolk should be allowed to come in like that and go straight to the head of the queue.
The 3rd Miliband Brother shock
The good people of Fakenham are still reeling from the surprise of discovering that a third Miliband brother has been living in their midst for over a year. His identity came to light when postman Archie Wake noticed that letters he delivered to 3 Station Road were consistently addressed to Terry Miliband. When he knocked on the door and asked the occupant if he really was Terry Miliband the recipient of all that post nodded and told him ‘You’ve got me banged to rights there mate.’
Neighbours had never suspected that Mr Miliband was in fact a Miliband and said that he had been a bit rum but no trouble really.