Posted on | July 25, 2015 | No Comments
A minor faux pas was today something of a huge global phenomenon as a short movie was sent around the world on all social platforms. Twitter had to reboot all of its servers, Facebook was left with millions of empty status updates about breakfasts and cats and MySpace was (as always) devoid of everything except tumbleweed, as nearly one billion people tried to stream the video.
Mark Gavertonson, 17, from Darwin Street, Barrow, was surprised to find the worlds media camped outside his house. After pushing past BBCs Mark Easton and kicking Emily Maitland he managed to push through the front door and take refuge in the living room. Mark, 21 called the Barrow Evening Mail and gave us the exclusive interview and photo shoot, although he wasn’t sure what was happening.
“I still don’t know what is happening. Why are they here?” Our Reporter explained the situation and logging onto the internet they showed Mark, 47, the video.
“I don’t know how I missed it” a shocked Mark, 23, blurted. While the video showed Mark just missing a lamppost as he was walking along, which he was aware of, he stepped backwards, one foot slipped off the kerb but then he failed to see a car in the background swerve to avoid Mark and crash into a wheelie bin. A cat jump out of the wheelie bin, giving the bin enough momentum to fall over spilling its contents, including an empty bean tin, which rolled off and caught under the foot of a pensioner causing her to fall backwards over her pull along tarten shopping trolley and in to a blow up paddling pool, that sent a plume of water high into the sky, knocking a seagull into a nose dive, with it landing on an electricity line, catapulting it back over the rooftops, where a couple of seconds later an audible cry of “Ow” was audibly heard. A dog run in and grab a packet of sausages from the shopping trolley; escaping, the dog jumping in front of a skateboarder who trying to take evasive action lands straddling a handrail and rolling off into a large pile of nettles. An angry man, holding a dead seagull, running around the corner, hitting the ladder of a windowcleaner, who lets go of his bucket to steady the ladder, which falls on the head of the Angry Man,
Mark, 52, sat shaking his head, stunned. We asked him further questions but he was speechless, literally. After stealing a couple of slices of bread and a packet of ham, some Flora (other margarines are available), a six pack of skips, a pork pie, a knife, a plate, a chair and a table, our reporter headed back to the office for a nice picnic.
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Posted on | July 10, 2015 | No Comments
Chaos was the watchword today as Dalton came to a standstill. Residents looked on in horror as a HGV, loaded with the world’s largest Egg Sandwich trundled through the town centre.
The wide load had begun its journey from a factory unit just outside of Kendal; however problems only started to occur when the vehicle had to slow down when passing through Ulverston. The escort driver at the rear had noticed that the cellophane wrapping had been ripped apart when passing some low hung branches on the A590. When the vehicle was brought to a halt, just outside of the Roxy Cinema, Seagulls flocked in to take a feed.
Although most were cleared from the sandwich as the vehicle managed to get to a decent speed through Swarthmoor, the hoard of gulls had caught up to the vehicle as it made its decent into Dalton after the escort driver took the first, rather than the second exit off the roundabout. By the time the vehicle had begun to negotiate its way through the Black Bull bottleneck, all the gulls from Dalton had joined the massing throng.
Mr Smith, 53, from Smith street, said, “There must have been at least a thousand birds all flying trying to get purchase on the sandwich. As soon as a bird landed it was pushed off again. I know that your paper is a family paper, and I read it all the time because it is such a fantastic publication, but I was covered in poo, the road was covered in poo, the houses were covered in poo. If you stuck a musician in the middle of it, you could have called it PooFest.”
By the time the HGV had managed to find its way through the Town Centre, the record breaking Egg Sandwich had been reducd in size to one that would have just about satisfied an average family of four while picnicking on Black Combe. Dalton’s Mayor said, “The cleanup will cost at least £63,000.52. The amount of guano (bird poo) we believe will total seven tonnes. We are bringing in martial law, until the emergency has passed.”
Expert have warned people not to mistake the substance for mayonnaise, and whatever people do, not to put it in their sandwich.
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Posted on | May 15, 2015 | No Comments
Barrow Borough Council has been at the forefront of a major attack today by constituents demanding answers to the questions that they were trying to ask. Mrs Fallowdish, 54, demanded a response to her questions regarding the state of the potholes outside her house, which are now gathering outside her house and causing all sorts of noise nuisance ranging from “Loud Hip Hop-pity music to aggressive belching, not to mention the obvious drug use.”
Mrs Fallowdish, 71 and her friend Miss Dallowfish, 27, marched in to the Barrow Evening Mail Headquarters supporting sandwich boards around their necks containing the remnants of a prawn mayo baguette and three bean wrap respectively, and shouted at the Receptionist, demanding to see the Editor. After making his way downstairs he was confronted by the two said women who continued on about the state of their domestic arrangements and the fact that they couldn’t sleep at night due to the obvious immigrant potholes. “Coming over here in their droves, they should be made to stay in their own countries roads.”
After a nice cup of Lapsang Souchong and a plate of chocolate danish they calmly explained that they had turned up at a Press Conference that should have been attended by the Mayor of Barrow and several of the Local Councillors. After three hours of complaint, demand and threats, the Editor only managed to get them out of the door by promising to bring the incident up with the Mayor at the next meeting.
The Editor, speaking to the Mayor, discovered that there had been no notification of a Public Meeting, or any informal meet and greets, or any steps outside of the office that day. She continued to say that there had indeed been no intention to meet any of the “… greasy, filth laden, lazy and God damned electorate. Why would we want to do that? We are Council Officials and not stupid enough.”
The Barrow Evening Mail managed to get in touch with Mrs Fallowdish, 39, and discovered that she had taken matters into her own hands and filled the potholes with a mixture of Porridge Oats and No More Nails.
Posted on | April 2, 2015 | No Comments
In a shock green move, Barrow Council along with South Lakeland District Council has announced a radical approach to energy creation. In a secret meeting which lasted well into the early hours, the peoples representatives decided that as a unilateral move they would increase their green energy by at least 43%.
Many methods to achieve this were discussed but eventually they arrived at the decision which pleased the power mongers and also determined that they would remain in position regardless of an election.
Any first born child will be requested to attend an attendance course at what is being called the ‘New Police Station’. The building, which is nearly complete and will be opened within months, has been discovered by the Barrow Evening Mail to be, in fact, a Power Station. Underneath the public façade is a large maze of tunnels, each leading to several halls housing multiple ‘Hamster Wheels’. These wheels will be the generating power by the use of human endeavour.
It was decided that paying the unemployed, which would fall to the Council/Tax Payer would be overly expensive, therefore every family would compulsorily donate their eldest child, if they are below the age of sixteen. When a child reaches their sixteenth birthday they would be allowed out of the complex, after realignment, and the next oldest child would replace them.
One Councillor, who wished to remain nameless, stated that while the idea “wasn’t the best use of its constituents, it really did come down to simple economics and nobody really had a cause for complaint because we do such an amazing job, and the scum will never get any better”.
The power generated from the power generating Power Generator will be able to provide every household twenty two hours of energy daily. The remaining two hours would be determined by the household and would be set by an interactive service utilising the internet to suit the life of the family.
There will be no recourse for complaint the anonymous Councillor said “If the electorate wanted a sustainable planet in the future, then they must expect a small amount of pain but they will get used to providing family members. Eventually they will be trying to force them on us because they WILL realise that we are right.”
The Barrow Evening Mail would like your thoughts about this movement into the future; if you agree, disagree or have better ideas please leave a message below or complain in person to the Town Hall (although we wouldn’t recommend that course of action as the consequences might be lifelong).
Posted on | March 26, 2015 | 1 Comment
It has been revealed that the Town Hall does not exist and has not been there since 1973 when it was sold to an anonymous American business man. Anybody who has visited the building since then has been a victim of deceit and they should wipe the memory out of their memory before they start to believe it. Anybody still believing it will be removed from their family and placed in the reality suite in the Hidden Torture Hotel.
The Council, in its unflinching manner has created a separate crime for Family Town Hall Deniers where if a member of a family does not report a Still Believer then they will be made to pick two family members for a three year holiday in the Hidden Torture Hotel. The holiday will not feature flapjacks or custard.
A Council spokesperson stood on the non existent steps of the non existent Town Hall and admitted that all letters sent by the Council since 1973 had been coated in LSD. The LSD was designed to be absorbed by the micro sweat particles on the finger of the letter recipient and those touched by the letter recipient as they opened the letter they received. The Council has agreed that the truth should have been released previous to this but they wanted to keep it quiet.
The land that once held the Town Hall will slowly reveal itself as the LSD wears off. It is believed that some people might see an empty space and others may see nothing at all, this will be dependant on your own point of view. The Council will discover what is there by community consent by sending out postal ballots. The vote will take place in the following days after the following days.
The Council spokesperson finished on a positive note. If anybody wants to visit the old Town Hall they can simply astral project to Bucket, Nevada, US of A!
Posted on | March 20, 2015 | No Comments
A Millom man, Andre the Mole, as he is known around his home town of Millom, 39, decided to eat himself from the feet up after a dream. The vision began with an ethereal glow emanating from a previous weeks discarded Corn Flakes bowl and then rose, pausing only slightly to take a look at the Athena Tennis Girl poster, it then hovered ethereally above the bed of Andre. He said “I‘m not sure if it was a dream or some sort of apparition, but it looked so much like an ethereal glow that I thought “My god, that’s an ethereal glow” and whether that was in a dream or an apparition based in a semi conscious state of semi-consciousness, I’m not sure,”
“The Ethereal Glow told me that I must begin to eat myself from the feet up, leaving one arm and head to the last.” Andre appeared genuine in his belief that the events had actually happened and to prove it he took a pair of garden shears and removed one of his toes. The Barrow Evening Mail reporter was shocked, but remained calm before asking him if he was put off by eating his own flesh. “I’ve thought about it for a couple of days now, and no, I decided to poach certain elements, like my toes, fingers etc. in a nice red wine and garlic jus. I just feel that I’m being called for something greater.”
As the blood pool began to grow from the wound, Andre picked up his toe and popped it into his mouth holding it between his teeth like a baby’s dummy. “I could always eat it raw.”
Asked whether or not it could have been a dream or that it was really the actions of a sane man; Andre explained, “If it was a dream, then it was very real. What can I do? I feel compelled to do it. I’ll carry on removing body parts until I get to my knee and then reassess the situation, and the taste.”
Our Reporter left Andre contemplating his jus. Andre promised to get back in touch when he was at his knee, although after the copious amounts of sick down the front of the Reporters shirt, we are not sure if this story will be followed up. However, keep an eye open for Andre on the streets of Millom, you might just see him hobble past.
Posted on | January 15, 2015 | No Comments
In a dramatic rescue overnight, Mr Stan Hillbourne, 71, from Queen Street, Dalton was rescued dramatically. The ex BAE worker suffered no injuries but was taken from his home in the middle of the night and driven to Furness General Hospital where he has had close observations in fear of a bout of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Doctors and Paramedics were put on high alert as the pensioner was ambulanced in with lights flashing and sirens screaming; the Doctors did try and ask Mr Hillbourne, 52 to put down the torch and stop discharging the Air Horn, but this was unsuccessful as he couldn’t hear due to the noise he was making.
The pensioner had called 111, the NHS non emergency hotline, after allowing a biscuit to be left in hot tea for too long and it breaking off, sinking to the bottom of the mug. Stan, 42, said “I tried to explain the situation and I’m sure the girl didn’t understand my accent. She was, of course, a foreigner, somewhere like Millom or Workington, but the next thing I know there was an ambulance outside and two paramedics carrying a spinal injury board. I felt like a right idiot. I grabbed my torch and air horn and thought I had better go with them.”
The Barrow Evening Mail were contacted by Stan’s son, Phillip, 98, who thought the whole situation was ludicrous as there was nothing wrong with Stan, apart from the temporary partial deafness and his craving for a non biscuit soiled cup of tea. We questioned the Doctor involved, “Our patient seems to be in a state of Delusional Brain Attack Syndrome as he is fixating on a Bourbon Cream which, of course, due to Health cut backs we don’t even have. We only get Rich Tea now. It is not like the old days when all Doctors would be served afternoon tea with Scones and Jam by a buxom Nurse in a tight uniform. Now that was the day; a real health service. Strawberry jam, clotted cream and a glimpse of black bra strap.” With this the Doctor departed.
At the time of publication Phillip Hillbourne was still waiting for his father, Stan, 14, to be released. The hospital said that “he is somewhere in building but we are not quite sure. Have you tried the WVS cafe or any of the drinks dispensers?”
The Barrow Evening Mail will return to this story as soon as Stan is found and reunited with his now stale pack of Bourbons.
Posted on | January 12, 2015 | 1 Comment
A protest has been organised that will bring Dalton Road to a standstill. The group behind the mass rally have announced themselves as being named Barrow First. They told our reporter that the “Immigrants were taking over the place. They demand houses to live in and hospitals to treat them and they spread out taking more of our natural resources. And then they have the cheek to tell us to go back from where we came from.” Although they wouldn’t tell us their names, the would be spokesman did pass the Reporter a business card of the Leader.
Calling the mobile number on the card a rough sounding Lady answered and hastily arranged a meeting on the top of the multistory Car Park, “You will know who it is by the group of Henchmen that surrounds our Leader.” she told us. So, parking on the top level we got out of the car to be greeted not by a bunch of white, working class thugs, but a contingent from the local Gull population. “We are Barrow First. We demand our rights and our town back.” was the first thing that spewed forth from the Leaders beak. Not withstanding the fact that we were confronted with a talking gull, his mannerism was gruff and his words non compromising. “We were here first. Our people demand a return to the good old days when the bird population were of good northern stock and our women folk were treated with respect.” He carried on, “You lot came here putting up your buildings and tarmacking the land. First it was a few mud huts and we decided to live in unison with the human kind, but now, you are demanding culls and voting on forcet feeding us birth control. Its wrong. And now we are standing up to you. We demand our space.”
The largest of the gathered contingent then handed us a Manifesto and a Battle Plan. The plan informed the reader that they must begin to:
1. Aim their guano (Bird Poo) at large groups of humans
2. Steal as many sandwiches as possible
3. Squawk as loud as you can, as early as you can
4. Commit Jihad by flying into moving cars, leaving as big as mess as birdly possible
5. Split as many bin bags as possible
The Leader then told us it was all out war beginning the first Saturday after Spring Watch finishes. We tried our best to put forward the human point of view, but this was ignored as it meant that they, at sometime, must do some independent research and not just take the word of an ill informed bigot. The Barrow Evening Mail will continue to cover the story and as ever will return to the subject when the subject needs returning too.
Reporter: Perry Winkle
Posted on | January 7, 2015 | No Comments
Barrow AFC have announced a statue of their pre war mascot has been commissioned by the management team. Fundraising has begun and the hope is that Barrow AFC can raise a total of £120,000 by Febuary 2015 to allow them to get a mould made. A further £347,000 will be needed by the end of June 2015 to cast the full sized bronze effigy.
If anyone out there remembers Barrovian Boris the Battling Badger they will have fond memories of watching the mascot pretend to beat up the opposition players. The riotous acts of Boris kept the crowds entertained before, during and after the game. It was reported that after one particular cup game, he performed for nearly thirty six hours. His silly walk and pretend trips had the locals and visiting fans rolling in the stands.
The 6ft Badger had been played by three separate locals; however Boris was very quickly retired after one notorious incident featuring Harrogate Town when, now deceased, Kevin Smythington (deceased), the last man to play Boris, waded in and did indeed beat up seven opposition team members. The Barrow Evening Mail reported at the time on The Annual WI Cake and Jam Contest, not having a reporter at the game.
A spokesman for Barrow AFC told the Barrow Evening Mail that he thought enough time had passed and that the town could now celebrate one of the most significant icons of the pre-war era. “Even if you didn’t watch Barrow at the time, you would have heard of Boris. He was a well known character. When he wasn’t in prison, he was a lovely guy. Shame about his nose.”
Collections will be held at the games and an extra ten pence will be added to the programme cost. Organisers are being found to organise the charitable organisation. If you are interested in helping, donating or putting your name down for the sponsored Potato Licking, please congregate on Duke Street between 8am and 7pm.
Reporter: Tyler Pebbled
Posted on | December 15, 2014 | No Comments
After Barrow Town Centre fell into the trap of hosting its own Black Friday event and receiving criticism from thousands of voters, a local Councillor has explained “We encouraged shops to get into the spirit of the Black Friday Selling Frenzy as a method of expanding the cultural experience of our residents.” The Council thought that it would be a good idea as the town already hosts a European Market and they believed that this way they could welcome the American friends.
However criticism has arisen over the amount of bodies that had to be cleaned off the streets and the resulting queue at Furness General Hospital, which still hasn’t receded. “Black Friday was a waste of time”, said Steve Wounder, 36 from Barrow Island, “I didn’t get a single thing off my Christmas List. Nothing was discounted. However I did manage to punch three pensioners and a small boy. That was fun.”
The Council are forging forward with a new selling event: Turquoise Tuesday. The idea grew from a flippant throw away comment made by a Council Employee. Turquoise is to represent the rest of the Universe. The councillor said, “We have commissioned a local company to begin building a fleet of rockets to be launched from the rooftop of Egerton Court. Each rocket will be launched with a slight delay so that they all arrive at the same time.” He continued, “We are inviting shop keepers from Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune. Hopefully they will be able to attend the new market which has been pencilled in for the 21st November 2015.” Although not on the record as such, he also added, “That’ll be one in the eye for Ulverston, bloody Festival Town”
After a Freedom of Information request made, it was revealed that to achieve the send out of invites it would only cost each tax payer a mere £1,400,897 on the next Council Tax bill. When confronted by the Barrow Evening Mail on the revelation of costs the Mayor told us, “I enjoyed Lee Evans.”
As the voice of the people the Barrow Evening Mail will continue looking into this topic and report further movements as they appear.
The Mayor has just eaten a Greggs Cheese and Steak Roll.