eXcavation Factor

An archaeological dig in Mexico has revealed surprising though somewhat predictable evidence regarding the collapse of the ancient Mayan civilisation. Researchers were initially surprised and then increasingly alarmed at what their excavations gradually exposed. This Nuse reporter took a flight out to speak with the team.

“We were digging in an undisturbed site where nothing has grown on the barren landscape in human memory,” said Doug Daily, the chief archaeologist. “We tried to speak to the locals before we began but we couldn’t find them. There simply weren’t any. It was as if some tribal herd-instinct had stopped people from going anywhere near. We couldn’t even find anyone who would acknowledge the existence of the area where we wanted to explore.”

He paused, a haunted look crossing his face, and then continued. “Our initial evidence from satellite photographic images suggested that some kind of a ring had sunk into the earth here and that the desert had simply closed over it. It took many weeks of painstaking scraping before we revealed a massive submerged arena containing tiered rows of hundreds of seats set facing a raised dais, upon which we found a stone desk with four chairs at one side and, on the other, a single podium.”

Rowan Danround, Professor of History Repeating Itself at Peterborough Polyversity, continued the story in a subdued tone. “Early analysis of the skeletal evidence indicates that the audience was jam-packed with humanoids with rather unusual skull abnormalities, suggestive of intense inbreeding and associated brain malformation. The stage, meanwhile, gave up five very badly burnt figures attired in layers of superficially attractive chains and jewellery which, under closer examination, turned out just to be worthless shiny tat.” He shrugged. “We tried to find geological causes for the travesty that occurred here but there is nothing. It seems likely that some kind of contest or trial was in progress when the Earth, with an unprecedented and almost inconceivable violence seemingly directed with pure malevolence at the very life forms she had given birth to, just opened up and swallowed the whole spectacle.”

He turned to the storm-darkening skies above and his voice lowered to a whisper. “We also found some stone tablets with ornate carvings upon them.” His eyes set upon me in a fixed stare and a mask of terror drew across his face. “Intricate markings, they were, formulaic and repetitive. It looked like… like music, I tell you. Music!”


Tesco Offers Value Divorces

Tesco, which some older readers might remember used to be a grocery shop, today moved into the matrimonial market by offering Tesco Value Divorces alongside all its other legal, insurance, telephone, petrol and banking paraphernalia.

Apparently the idea came to them after witnessing heated arguments and potential break-up situations occurring between couples on a regular basis every Saturday and Sunday.

“With more opportunities to shop together, every hour of almost every single soul-sucking day – especially now that every bloody thing can be bought under one roof – the fractious effects on relationships have become almost irresistible. It’s rather like going for a day out in the seventh circle of hell, only with worse music,” said one shop worker.

A Tesco spokesperson added, “It seemed the logical next step for us in order to complete the circle which we’ve had established for years. After all, we’ve been encouraging our customers to walk down the aisle together for years – ha-ha – and all of our cashiers are familiar with the concept of till death us do part.”

Here the spokesperson smirked in a self-satisfied way which provoked, in this reporter, thoughts of a more than usually murderous intent. They were swiftly subdued and the spokesperson continued.

“Plus, in a recession, we have to move into the growth markets and, after all, paying over-the-odds for cut-price misery and disappointment has become one of the hallmarks of our business. Anyway, we’ve already cornered the market on every other damned aspect of your pathetic, grasping, desperate, consumption-filled lives.”

Undercovers Policing

The Home Office has announced that undercover police officers can have sex with suspects if it makes them more plausible. This has raised some interesting questions. Initially it was feared that it might reduce the number of bobbies active on the beat, but Bernard Hogan-Howe, the Metropolitan police chief, was quick to put paid to this concern.

‘If anything, I think this is going to increase the number of police officers out pounding the turf,’ he said in an exclusive interview with this Nuse reporter earlier today. ‘Moreover, I think that it’s great that we’ve increased the scope of what is permitted to be taken down and used in evidence.’

Activists and protesters who had been targeted in this way were most unhappy. One feminist, vegetarian, animal-rights supporter who we spoke to was clearly incensed by the news:

‘We’re not going to take this lying down,’ she said. However, when pressed further, she was not forthcoming on precisely what position her members would take.

A Crown Prosecution Service spokesperson told us, ‘It is a sad truth that those charged with illicit behaviour rarely come clean, and so it becomes necessary for the intelligence services to engage in subterfuge in order to gather hard evidence which will stand up in court. Obviously, it is vital for those embedded agents to keep their heads down, in case they blow their cover. The best advice we might offer would be for hardened criminals to always retain their briefs and hope not to be convicted on scanty evidence.’

An Interview with Her Majesty the Queen

Nuse International was unexpectedly granted a rare audience with Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain, Ireland and the British Dominions beyond the Seas this week. Shocked, flabbergasted and overwhelmed, this reporter nonetheless felt compelled to take up the invitation. Arriving promptly, I was shown into the throne room and, shortly thereafter, Her Royal Highness Queen Elizabeth II entered and took her seat.

She offered me her hand.

HRH: And what do you do?

Nuse: On this occasion, Your Majesty, an interview. Madam, this is truly a privilege and an honour. Please could you tell me, what are your fondest memories as a member of the Royal Household?

HRH: Oh, one has enjoyed so many wonderful moments – the children, the weddings, the funeral, the jubilees – but few can compare to one’s whirlwind romance with Philip…

Nuse: How lovely. Please, tell me more.

HRH: Well, when one first met Prince Philip, he knocked one out.

Nuse: Really? Wasn’t that a little forward?

HRH: Oh, not at all – one’s suitors were carefully selected so one had come to expect it. Breeding is very important, one must understand.

Nuse: I suppose it must be. Did you have many dates?

HRH: Well, one wanted to sneak out to be with the Prince alone and anonymously. I remember, on our first date, Philip smuggled one out of town to an obscure vegetarian restaurant. We dined unmolested, able to simply relax in one another’s company, and then, afterwards, the Prince took one home and dropped one behind the palace.

Nuse: That must have caused a bit of a stink!

HRH: One might have expected so, but no; we were most fortunate because it went unnoticed. One invited Philip in for a quick one and, in the end, I thought it was best that he should stay the night in the palace, once he had had one over the eight…

Her Majesty got a glassy look in her eye at this point and trailed off, lost in reverie; then she went for “a bit of a lie down.”

At this point, the household staff escorted this Nuse reporter back through the palace, showed him the door and then kicked him soundly through it and down the palace steps.

£35,000 to stay in Britain

News of the government’s new policy requiring citizens to earn £35,000 in order to remain in Britain is expected to cause an enormous backlash today as 40% of the UK population realised that they might be deported in the very near future.

The big surprise was that it appears that most of the banking sector, who had previously threatened to fuck off overseas if anyone tried to tax them, are now going to have to leave anyway because their own tax-evasion techniques meaning that their declared salaries don’t even come close to reaching the required threshold. Bob Diamond, Stuart Gulliver and Stephen Hester (the chair-fraudsters of Barclays, HSBC and RBS respectively) have been forced to charter their own gold-plated personal jets in order to take themselves and their top teams of grasping shites overseas on an emergency flight as soon as runways are available.

Meanwhile, Polish plumbers, perhaps the only sector of British society remaining who are able to make any significant contribution to the UK economy through income tax, shrugged and said something about strengthening their work ethic to make up the shortfall that this will leave them with in order that they can remain resident in the piss-poor United Kingdom – a nation where life is now so squalid and shoddy that even the bloody Scots want out.

Quest to Establish British Values Leads to Privatisation Fears

The coalition government’s quest to establish British ‘values’ has led to panic among some of the populace, who now fear that they are about to be privatised.

“It’s already well-established that this government undervalues many of its population – the young, the disabled, carers, nurses, civil servants, teachers, women and schoolchildren, to name but a few – so this would appear to be an entirely legitimate concern,” said a nervous outsourced public servant earlier today, “and, as we’ve already seen with the Post Office, that could very easily lead to them being sold-off hurriedly at well below market rates.”

Many people expressed disbelief that the coalition might even consider selling British citizens, but then fell into a strained, uncomfortable silence when it was pointed out to them that such a policy would be wholly consistent with the ethos of a government that has already attempted to sell the country’s forests, nature reserves, patient details, prisoner records, probation service, tax details, parts of the NHS and the very ground beneath people’s houses.

Meanwhile, Chinese and Russian billionaires, faceless pharmaceutical companies and tax-shy web-presences – all of whom have recently been acquiring swathes of properties in and around London – have begun to assemble in Kensington, apparently in preparation for another flash auction.

Musings on Tax Avoidance Strategy

“It’s an interesting thing,” said Mr Clean, of the Shop-Front Windows Association, “because we’ve had a massive high street presence for donkey’s years and yet we’ve always been profitable and we’ve always managed to pay our tax. Indeed, our company accounts, like our products, are totally transparent.”

Mr Clean was speaking to us on a bustling street, leaning against the gigantic windows of one of the hundreds of branches of Starbucks which have, in recent years, spread like a profitless, untaxable plague, clogging the arteries of every town and city in the UK.

“It’s just a shame,” he said, rapping his fingers against the enormous, unmarked yet fragile, sparkling glass frontage, “that there isn’t a simple and obvious way to ensure that other major high street presences contribute in some way towards the local and national economy…”

He whistled absent-mindedly.

“Myself, I’ve always been a real sponger, of course. Honest,” he quipped drily, picking up his bucket and squeegee and heading off down the road without a backward glance.