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Oh michty me! Threat to nation’s Rich Tea biscuits thwarted.
Mercifully, police this week arrested the man who issued a contamination threat against the McVitie’s biscuit factory at Tollcross in Weegiewurld.

Lovers of Rich Tea biccies the world over can now dip away safe in the knowledge that the threat to all we hold dear has been averted.

As Professor Beaker of Paisley’s Department for Things to Dip in Your Tea now confirms the consequences of the madman’s plan to defile digestives would’ve been catastrophic: "The economic impact of grannies nation-wide being deprived of the circular comestible would probably have led to a black market in un-cut Rich Tea biscuits spiralling out of control."

The professor painted a bleak picture of the possible scenario, with grannies being forced either to pay astronomical prices for the tea-related tasty-bite or face the agonies of withdrawal. "With many grannies regularly getting through a packet of Rich Teas a day between settling down in front of Lorraine Kelly, followed by This Morning, Countdown and Richard and Judy, the sudden withdrawal of Rich Tea supplies would’ve wreaked havoc among the digestively dependent."

Indeed, police historians still recall with a shudder the "Caramel riots" of the early 1960s when Tunnock’s Caramel Wafers briefly vanished from shop shelves due to a shortage of tunnocks.

Rioting geriatrics held the nation to ransom for several hours until heavily armed police intervened, showering the rampaging oldies with British Cream Sherry until, overcome, the grannies all went off for a wee lie-down.

A relieved spokesgranny for the chronologically gifted told The JT: "It's awfy nice to see ye son, Ah don’t get many visitors. I’ll just make us a wee cup of tea. Now, where did I pit the tea caddy? Oh, is this no awfy? I cannae mind where ah pit it. Oh see ma memory son , it's getting worse. Who are you again son?" etc, etc, forever and ever.

Inside: Which brings to mind this gag encrusted with the barnacles of time…

Three auld yins stiy the gither and Archie, sitting in the living room, hears one of his pals shout from the toilet "Why am I in here? What did I come in here fur?

In like fashion, his ither auld pal is heard to exclaim from half way up the stairs, "What is it ahm going up the stairs fur?" Archie shaking his head thinks to himself "Christ, I’m glad ahm no as daft as yon yins, touch wood!" rapping the wooden hand rest of his chair 3 times for emphasis and then immediately crying out "Will somebody get the bluidy door?"

June 2005

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