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Despite a window sticker declaring otherwise, a driver’s lovely steak and ale pie was left in his vehicle overnight and has now been stolen.


A strange sense of foreboding overwhelmed joiner Daz as he approached his van first thing in the morning. Something was wrong. The pie.


Daz confessed: “I knew it immediately, against my better instincts I’d left a pie in the vehicle overnight instead of taking it indoors. And now it’s gone.


“As a rule I never leave pastry-based food items in the van. They’re a magnet for hungry chancers, I have a ‘No pies left in this vehicle overnight’ passive-aggressive notice in the window informing opportunists to jog on. I thought I’d get away with it by hiding the steak and ale treat under a stack of valuable power tools, what a fool!"


At the scene Detective Frank Higson, commented: “I’ve been working patisserie on this patch for thirty years. It’s a situation I encounter all too frequently. A workman stops at the bakery on the way home, gets an extra pie and leaves it in the van for a pre-breakfast breakfast. Come the morning, it’s gone. The gangs responsible are organised and use a sophisticated setup of sniffer drunks after closing time. Those pissheads can pinpoint a pie in pig shit in the middle of a pyramid.


“Joiner Daz’s pie will be a thousand miles away by now, deconstructed and sold for parts. The case and crust will be split to form the bases of dozens of hor d’oeuvre and amuse bouche hits, scored in the shadowy, cobbled backstreets of middle-class, Tuscan villages.


“The meat? That will be dried and ground into a fine powder, and snorted by hedonistic businessmen as an aphrodisiac in the plush penthouse suites of opulent far east hotels.


“And the rich dark jus? My guess; right now it’s being seductively licked off the heaving bosom of a high-class hooker on the lip of a crystal blue infinity pool on an oligarch’s billion dollar luxury yacht … or, the thief scoffed it on the spot.”


Joiner Daz deflatedly added: “Well, at least there’s still a couple of mini scotch eggs in the exhaust pipe … what? Oh, great!”


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"We are taking into custody one Ena Sharples, 73 years old, of Arnos Grove," WPC Merkava of Hampshire Police told reporters outside the woman's Portsmouth home, "on suspicion of having a cat called Palestine Action.


"Neighbours told us she renamed the animal in August and since then has been coming out of her house with a handful of Dreamies every day and shouting 'Palestine Action!' repeatedly, up and down the street.


"You don't get round the Anti-terrorism Act that easily. Besides, we on the force think Palestine Action is a stupid name for a cat.


"We are also confiscating Ms Sharples' goldfish, Shining Path, and three white mice which she says are the Baader-Meinhof Red Army Faction. I honestly believe this old lady has a screw loose.


"People should give their pets law-abiding, inoffensive names," WPC Merkava continued, as a Hampshire Police SWAT team battered down Ena Sharples' front door.


"For example, I have two rottweilers called Mossad and IDF."


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A spokescat for the Nation's cats today reported that they think something funny is going on in the corner of the living room and they're going to keep an eye on it.


"We sensed a change in temperature, or movement, maybe even a very subtle sound", said Tiddles MacFluffy Trousers of Hayes, "it's probably nothing but we're going to stare at the corner of the room for 2 hours. Y'know, just in case." Mr MacFluffy Trousers pointed out that past investigations had uncovered a large spider in Bolton (which was promptly eaten), an escaped iguana in Penrith (which was paw batted repeatedly for looking weird), and a window ajar in Plymouth that caused a curtain to imperceptibly move. The unfortunate latter incident caused an involuntary case of the zoomies resulting in spilled tea and crying toddler.


It was also pointed out that a low guttural growl maybe emitted at anytime and this may or may not be the warning of a spiritual presence such as a poltergeist, possessing demon or Richard Branson.


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