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Twerking, Or Arse-Dancing, Banned At Tyrone Dances

Moy man practising arse-dancing

Moy man practising arse-dancing

A multi-denominational approach has seen all religious leaders denounce twerking from their pulpits this morning and warned that any youngsters or middle-aged boogie lovers caught arse-dancing after 8pm in discos and dance halls will be excommunicated from their respective churches.

Arse-dancing involves shaking your behind to all types of music, popularised by Americans such as Beyoncé and Miley Cyrus. Fr Simon Shields, the 55 year old PP of Cappagh Parish, highlighted the dangers of such dancing:

“Us priests and other faith leaders still like to head to the odd disco and enjoy the modern music and clap along. The last thing we need is seeing these dance floors filled with a mass of arses bouncing all over the place to Nathan Carter’s Wagon Wheel or the latest Bangles number. It’s putting us priests off and we’ll end up not going and getting grumpier. It has to stop so we’ve banned this type of dancing for the next two years everywhere in the country from the Glenavon to Sally’s. No more twerking in Tyrone”.

Pastor Daniel Simpson (61) from Fintona agreed:

“Let’s be honest here. Tyrone wouldn’t be a deadly place for arses. I’ve seen hefty men and women in tight leggings bouncing their backsides like as if they’re standing in a trailer on the back of a Massey motoring down a bumpy back road in Greencastle. It’s nauseous for us oul lads. What’s wrong with a good old fashioned waltz or jive?”

Already, one Church of Ireland service goer has been reported by her husband for arse-dancing whilst making the dinner in Aghyaran although she was simply verbally reprimanded by the furious vicar as she beat the 8pm watershed.

Churches as also looking into banning the ‘Rock-the-Boat’ rowing dance as well as Nathan Carter himself.

Man From Fintona Had Idea For Google in 1989

How Devlin may have looked in 1989

How Devlin may have looked in 1989

shengasBy Staff Reporter Shengas McGlumphie

A man from Fintona has confirmed that he had the idea for Google in 1989, some nine years before the website was created by Larry Page and Serge Brin in America. Micky Devlin, 54, an unemployed postman from Fintona, said,

“I initially got the idea from watching ‘Blake’s 7’ in the 80s where they had this big computer yoke that Blake spoke to and it would talk back. Class. I suppose the idea bounced around in my brain for a few years before I had a light bulb moment – wouldn’t it be deadly if you could build like this massive computer thing in real life and not just off the telly, that let you find out anything you wanted to know about anything in the whole world, and all you had to do was speak to it or put it into a machine or a robot or something, and then they would answer it in a lock of minutes. So when I heard the other day that someone had actually built my idea I couldn’t believe it. Here we are in 2013 and hey presto, it’s a reality. That should really have been me. I would probably have called it Google too. I’m pretty up on the technologies with all the bookfaces and the sex texts and calculators and what not, and I’ve been using a fax machine for years.”

Questioned on whether he could also have written the complex algorithm which incorporates the several thousand metrics which makes Google such a unique search engine, Devlin was dismissive.

“Search engine? Don’t try to catch me out. I’ve been around engines all my life. When Richard Branson invented the jumbo jet did he arse about with all the detail before he put it together? Did he bollocks. That’s not the way it works. He just stripped down a couple of Masseys and the like, flung it all back together a different way and got lucky. You show me the Google search engine crankshaft and I’ll take it apart in a blink”.

Devlin is also watching closely to see if anyone produces a fully-functioning time machine after having watched several episodes of Doctor Who and developing his own ideas which he says would operate based on “dimensions and time warps and stuff”.

New Red Diesel Laws Sees Rise In Tractors At Clonoe Church

Mrs Quinn (76) out for a Sunday drive

Mrs Quinn (76) out for a Sunday drive

“An effin tractor convention” were the words uttered by an irritated Fr Hannigan last week during his homily at a packed Clonoe church. HM Revenue & Custom confirmed that during extreme weather farmers can use red diesel in their tractors to help grit and clear snow from public roads, earlier in the month. In an obvious floutation of the new ruling, it has been estimated that every household in the parish now own a second hand tractor for everyday use, from going to the local shop for milk to bringing the children to carol services. Fr Hannigan’s patience finally cracked after the racket made by late-comers arriving in their New Hollands made the opening ten minutes of his service completely inaudible.

“The penny dropped when I saw Mrs McGrath and Mrs Taggart arriving at Saturday night’s mass in their own tractors. McGrath was attempting to steer a creaking 1967 Cockshut Hartparr through the front pillars. She broke the head off one of them and bulled on through the once-beautiful garden. My maid was distraught when she saw her demolished dahlia beds. Mrs Taggart was some sight. Descending from her Massey 2004, didn’t she get her frock caught somewhere in the cab, ripping the fabric from around her behind. There was some queue behind her at communion. Men who never took the bread were up like a shot for a gawk. No one will complain about the awkwardness of driving these monsters as the money saved on untaxed fuel seems to be worth the hassle. It has to stop though. The church grounds resemble a monster truck rally. And the buckin sound.”

Teachers have also complained about the carnage at hometime when over 150 tractors and snow ploughs turn up to collect the children. Police appear to be powerless to intervene as the roads are so bad around the area that even pensioners justified tramping through the shite in Davy Browns with Christmas presents balancing on the drawbars.

Aghaloo Man Mows Field Anyway

Artist’s depiction of Cant on a good day

Despite the the recent Amazonian rainforest conditions and against advice from the Downtown Radio Farmers’ Hour Phone-In Advice Section, Aghaloo farmer Emmanuel Cant yesterday bulled ahead anyway and attempted to mow down the grass from his 5-acre land. The pleas and screams from his wife and daughters were soon drowned out when he started the back-firing 1955 Massey at the access to the field. Ironically, Cant’s father, Aristotle, had taken a similar head stagger a decade earlier during the torrential rainfall of 2002 but aborted the mission after destroying a nest of seals.

Emmanuel ran into difficulty early on as the Massey jammed in the swampy conditions and was heard to shout “get the fuckin scythe”. He proceeded to manically hack away at the soaking hay until exhaustion set in around tea-time and he was physically removed by his brother Francis who owns the field adjacent but had built flats on it.

He was heard to say ‘I’ll not let the fucker get the better of me’, with locals speculating whether he meant the field or the brother.

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