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An undercover investigator working for NewsBiscuit has returned from France after an in-depth look at the abattoirs of Nice. He was there on holiday anyway, and as they say in France, "two chickens one stone".


Arnold Cullins (not his real name) gained access to a series of animal processing plants a short way inland from the Riviera paradise, and learned an uncomfortable truth about how the unpalatable background of the meat on our plates is disguised. In a world exclusive, he shares this information with British consumers for the first time.


'In the UK, we call them abattoirs,' explained Cullins. 'Because we think of the French as sexy and chic, the word abattoir conjures the image of a mysterious place of beauty and finesse. Or maybe we don't even think about it at all. In fact, our high-end meat production plants which supply Michelin Star restaurants in the UK are run by a company called L'Abattoir Garnier. But If you put lipstick on a slaughtered pig to charge more for it, it's still just lipstick on an overpriced headless pig swinging upside-down from a hook on a Swindon industrial estate.


'In France, they call abattoirs "pig-mashings". For some of the general public with a basic understanding of English, this generates mental images of efficient culling without workers standing around stubbing out their Gauloises cigarettes on hanging carcasses, shrugging, and calling all-out strikes for six weeks. For the rest, they don't even stop to think about what pig-mashings means, and either way It makes the French feel more comfortable about all the slashing and blood which needs to take place to serve up a lovely cut of pork.


'Ironically, they don't serve Corned Beef in Cannes. But I went to a well classy restaurant in Nice and they don't call it Michelin Stars over there. They call it Dunlop Rings.'




Billericay Costermonger, Barry Shyte, is a man on a mission to highlight every last Brexit Benefit that's come the UK's way since June 24th 2016.


'It's been bloody brilliant, ain't it?' enthuses the fifty-five year-old fruit and veg man from behind his stall in the marketplace. 'Some say we're in a much worse position as regards all this global trading stuff and that. But I don't buy that old pony. It's bleedin' Project Fear all over again.'


When asked to name one single tangible benefit Barry said, 'Well there's the... erm... No hang on. Ah, what about stopping all them old foreigners and refu... no I can't say that, can I? Cos of the woke brigade and do-gooders whinging on.


'Got it. I read we're now able to control the minting of sovereigns with the new King on them, or summink like that. Gotcha there mate, didn't I? Them Brussels Bureaucrats wudda put the kybosh on that. I say - Bring back Boris!'



A man with a van says he got more than he bargained for when doing a recent Billericay house clearance. Dave Collins claims he was magically transported to a fantasy land where he lived as King for two decades.


We caught up with Dave and his business partner Steve.


'There was this big wardrobe in a bedroom. So I opens the door, like, and next thing I'm standing in a snowy wood along with some little geezer a bit like a horse who tells me his world's going down the shitter and needs my help,' Mr Collins says.


He insists twenty years then passed during which he joined forces with a godlike talking lion named Alan to fight an evil Ice Queen, ending up leading an army of magical creatures in a fierce battle against her forces of evil.


'We offed the Ice Queen, I was crowned King, married this well-fit princess bird and was living happily ever after until one day I wandered into a room in my palace and the wardrobe was there. I touched the door and was suddenly back in Billericay.


'Steve says I'm talking bollocks because he'd only just shot down the chippy for five minutes to get us a couple of pies for lunch. So how could all that time have passed? But it's true. Honest.'


Sipping a coffee Steve comments: 'I know Dave swears this really did happen, but as I told him at the time. Maybe lay off the wacky backy when we're at work, mate?'

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