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It was revealed today that a man is genuinely looking forward to Sir Keir Starmer’s party conference speech this afternoon.


Colin Sawdust of Oswestry already has a blank tape in his VHS (he doesn’t hold with these modern DVD players) to record the speech, which he expects to find very moving.


“I just love the way he combines a sober, realistic and wide-ranging analysis of the problems Britain faces in the medium term, with a reasonable and measured series of proposals designed to address those problems. Ooh, I’m getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it...


“I especially like when he pauses after what he thinks is a brilliant rhetorical flourish, and there’s an awkward silence followed by polite golf applause when people realise they were meant to clap.”


Sawdust, who is Deputy Head of Acquisitions at Oswestry’s Museum of Gravel, says that boring people like himself are often underestimated.


”For example, I suspect I got this job mostly because the people who interviewed me felt bad about falling asleep while I was talking.”



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An address from the US president has been so vacuous, rambling, incoherent and oozing with utter drivel that even the cockroaches couldn't take it any more.


'Look, I know we've got this reputation for surviving anything,' said a spokesroach, 'but compared to that, we'll take nuclear Armageddon any time.


'The moment that massive custard-topped clementine appeared, Cherry had had enough already. She chewed three of her own legs off and then beat herself to a pulp with them. Yellow pus everywhere. Hey, what females do with their own bodies is up to them.


'Then Horace started gnawing away at solid concrete. Someone tried to point out to him that concrete constitutes brunch for us roaches, but he pressed on taking out an inch of a pillar all the way through until the top section came down perfectly onto the bottom section like a pile driver, pancaking himself out of existence.


'I have to say, it was an impressive feat of precision engineering.


'Antennae went down right across the room. It became clear what we had to do, and we just got ourselves organised. Eddie rolled out a cotton reel and, well, he's our journalist, so we don't know what happened after that.


'Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to take a bath to sort myself out. The sweet relief of sulphuric acid.'


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