Melodious, 38p-richer, Curious Exiles,
Coming to you, on a dusty road, it's the second installment of the new feature of The Bellyaches. I know it was missed badly last week, but it had to be cancelled on the grounds that the last episode of the East Fife Mail was light on news and heavy on advertisements. Despite the fact that they have failed to report the triumphs of the AFTN B.A.S.T.A.R.D.s, the East Fife Mail is back on form. For exiles of the Kingdom, and especially the Danish readers, I have reviewed this week's edition.
There's public outcry over the rubbish that has accumulated at the beach near Dumbarnie, a small hamlet between Largo and Elie. It's nice that the East Fife Mail have given publicity to this litter but they ought to have noted that the worst offenders in the game of fly-tipping are Fife Council.
The Polis organised an outdoor disco called BLING to keep the young ruffians off the streets. Revellers were breathalysed on entry. I was one of the five turned away, I failed because my breath smelled of sweet soul music.
There was drama in Methil with some guns. Thankfully, no one has been incarcerated. Names have been blurred because of the alleged involvement of guns.
According to the District Newsdesk, all the forthcoming action is happening in Denbeath, they've got an invitation, to make a reservation.
Apart from the affairs of the fishermen, things haven't ran so smoothly in Weymss. The chairman has had a thinly-veiled pop at the cave guides, but things turned out okay.
There is an interesting opportunity to work in the Anstruther Fisheries Museum, apparently only a 74% commitment level is required, employees are free to trash the rest of the museum.
Elsewhere, the door is open for a member of the proletariat to become the personal assistant to Christine May MSP. From this post, it might just be possible to implement a few independent policies or pull a few strings and eventually weasel a path to employment as First Minister.
Again, there's no place for me to live. I'd rather my house overlooked the fifth or sixth.
There's public outcry over the rubbish that has accumulated at the beach near Dumbarnie, a small hamlet between Largo and Elie. It's nice that the East Fife Mail have given publicity to this litter but they ought to have noted that the worst offenders in the game of fly-tipping are Fife Council.
The Polis organised an outdoor disco called BLING to keep the young ruffians off the streets. Revellers were breathalysed on entry. I was one of the five turned away, I failed because my breath smelled of sweet soul music.
There was drama in Methil with some guns. Thankfully, no one has been incarcerated. Names have been blurred because of the alleged involvement of guns.
According to the District Newsdesk, all the forthcoming action is happening in Denbeath, they've got an invitation, to make a reservation.
Apart from the affairs of the fishermen, things haven't ran so smoothly in Weymss. The chairman has had a thinly-veiled pop at the cave guides, but things turned out okay.
There is an interesting opportunity to work in the Anstruther Fisheries Museum, apparently only a 74% commitment level is required, employees are free to trash the rest of the museum.
Elsewhere, the door is open for a member of the proletariat to become the personal assistant to Christine May MSP. From this post, it might just be possible to implement a few independent policies or pull a few strings and eventually weasel a path to employment as First Minister.
Again, there's no place for me to live. I'd rather my house overlooked the fifth or sixth.
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