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Anyone earning less than £50k will get a ‘Pay Rise’ says: Martin Lewis

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Anyone earning less than £50k will get a 'Pay Rise' says: Martin Lewis
Anyone earning less than £50k will get a ‘Pay Rise’ says: Martin Lewis

Martin Lewis, the economic know-it-all who loves money more than any other substance on Earth, has revealed that there is ‘positive news’ in the government’s recent mini-budget for households earning roughly £50,000 or less.

Brain Sale

The financial journalist who sold part of his brain to Moneysupermarket.com group for a reported £87m in 2012, and who has a personal fortune estimated at £123m, said that average workers will likely gain… wait for it… £170… next year.

£170. Next year.

Uber-rich financial journalist, Lewis, who knows the cost of everything and the value of nothing, allegedly said this with a straight face.

Average Journalist VS Martin Lewis

With the cost of living crisis biting harder and more deeply into the pockets of the ‘average’ put-upon Brit, one might think £170 a little on the low side? Especially (as Lewis takes delight in reminding us) we’re already ‘earning £50,000 or less’, ‘less’ being the operative word. This average journalist says “Try £20,000 or less, Martin!”

We asked our average readers to tell us what they will be spending their ‘good news’ £170 windfall on next year.

Briony Phillips from Wherstead told us “I’ll be putting the money towards food, blankets and medicine for my family and Aleksander, the Ukranian refugee we took in 4 months ago. We thought he’s be gone by now but, nope. I estimate that the…how much did you say? £170? I estimate that will last about a day.”

Kelvin Smith from Henley near Ipswich replied “For my family of six, that’s two week’s shop plus the petrol to get there and back. So basically, we can eat for two weeks. Not exactly good news is it? I mean, I’m not going to get the bunting out.”

Welsh Recommendations

Our economic expert, Trevor Griffiths calculated what else could be bought for £170 ‘next year’ when prices are likely to be double what they are now. Here are his top 5 recommendations:

  • Pay off the interest on your six credit cards for one month.
  • Ten minutes driving around the City of London in a black cab looking for a vacant doorway to sleep in.
  • A one-way flight to Tehran to sell a kidney.
  • Full set of upper and lower false teeth for a pet cat or dog.
  • Enough booze, drugs, fags, and candles for one last afternoon of misery on planet Earth.

Next week! Martin Lewis selects his favourite, value-for-money Ferraris and Faberge eggs.

Suffolk schoolgirl crowned UK’s best Digger driver

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Suffolk Schoolgirl Crowned UK’s Best Digger Driver
Suffolk Schoolgirl Crowned UK’s Best Digger Driver

A 14-year-old girl from Bramfield has been named the best digger driver in the country – beating her nan and sister to the crown.

Schoolgirl, Nicola Griffiths saw off her rivals at the HSB hire and plant Monster Digger competition to pick up the £7,500 top prize. That’s enough to buy 625 copies of Harry Styles’ new album or 83 pairs of Nike Air Max 90 trainers.

Martha, my dear

The pretty but pudgy teen, was up against 60 other competitors, including her nan, Martha, who finished second, and her older sister Joanne who came last having been rushed to hospital with a suspected squashed leg.

The digger driver competition involved various skills tests such as breakdancing to jazz-funk music from the early 80s while controlling a 21-tonne excavator.

Griffiths the younger said: “All three of us Griffiths’ are nutters so none of us knew what was likely to happen. I never dreamt I would win. Apart from what I learned in Bulgaria, nan taught me everything I know about digging so I don’t think I could have done it without her. She is the real winner in my digger’s eyes.”

Kidnapped former stripper forced to lay in Bulgaria

Hannah, who started out as a bacon-stripper at a local pig farm. First became interested in construction and digging when she was kidnapped by an eastern European human-trafficking gang and forced to work laying roads in the Bulgarian region of Dobrich.

After eventually escaping the gang in her digger, and driving it back to the UK, the talented digger driver arrived at a random construction site somewhere in Suffolk. After tidying herself up a bit, she was offered a job on the spot and began digging just the way the Bulgarians had shown (forced) her to do. It was during this period of her career that Hannah perfected the diggering skills that carried her to victory in the Monster Digger tournament.

Fame to pursue

Asked by this reporter whether she would continue in construction, or instead use her newfound fame to pursue a career on TV, perhaps on Love Island, the rosy-cheeked digging champ replied “I’ll stick with digging, thank you very much. Those Love Island lot are just a bunch of desperate, talentless, sell-out tins of beans aren’t they? Digging is the love of my life!”

Aaaaw. Good on you Nicola Griffiths!

Anonymous lottery winner revealed after turning heating on

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Anonymous lottery winner revealed after turning heating on
Anonymous lottery winner revealed after turning heating on

Poverty-stricken terracers in a scummy street in Felixstowe have rounded on a previously anonymous lottery winner after discovering that their lucky neighbour can now afford to switch on her central heating.

Vicious Cul De Sac

Jealous neighbours of lottery winner (everybody needs good neighbours) in Tomline Road, Felixstowe have rounded on retired nurse, Patty Richardson, 74 whom they claim is refusing to share her heat with them.

As the ‘cost of living crisis heaping endless severe trauma everywhere right now’ (C.O.L.C.H.E.S.T.E.R.) bites, the formerly friendly group of residents of the untidy residential cul de sac, have turned on one another like a vicious pack of shivering coyotes.

Things have got so bad in the street (it’s a road but street sounds better) that one resident, ice cream vendor/van driver Graham Butler, has started a petition to have the harmless, lovely old deary stripped of her fortune and have it re-distributed between the other residents –  including him.

Big Wobbly Bag of Fat

The Suffolk Gazette caught up with an unshaven Butler as he filled up his Mr Whippy dispensing machine from a big wobbly bag of fat.

“Yeah, Patty. Greedy bitch. Why should she be able to keep warm when the rest of us are working hard selling ice cream, or trading on market place, or buying and selling fake antiques?

We’re all skint around here and there she is, turning on her heating and rubbing our cold faces in it. She’s got her rads on full twenty-four seven. You can see the hot steam coming out of her kitchen flu. It’s out of order.”

Pressed further as to why he and the other residents thought friendly Patty had done something wrong, the begrudging lard-ass replied “We all do the lottery around here.

We had an agreement between us – including that old bag, Patty – that if no-one won – no-one would win. And now she’s gone and won.

It’s wrong and we want our share of what’s rightly hers, I mean ours.”

Stick in the Snow

We tried to speak to kindly Patty but she was too terrified to open her front door, so we agreed to write our questions with a stick in the snow on her front garden as she looked out of the window.

She replied by spelling her answers in the steam on the windows caused by the intense heat inside her pretty little terraced chalet.

Some of her words were written back to front but it went something like this…

SG: Are you scared?

PR: .seY

SG: How much did you win?

PR: Six million.

SG: Have you got your heating on full?

PR: .seY

SG: Have you got a message for your neighbours (with a little understanding)

PR: .seY

SG: What is it?

PR: Kiss my warm, hot, sweaty, retired esra.

Wheel barrow sales sky high as Pound crashing

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Wheel barrow sales sky high ad Pound crashing
Wheel barrow sales sky high ad Pound crashing

Sales of wheel barrows in the UK have hit an all-time high as the fallout from the plummeting UK POUND debacle takes hold.

Barrow Balls

Wheel barrows and ball barrows (the ones with a ball instead of a wheel) are usually reserved for carting heavy stuff around building sites or gardens.

The surge in sales sparked by chancellor Kwasi Kwarteng’s ‘mini-budget-balls-up’ delivered this week to universal disgust across the entire universe, has been put down, not to a rise in garden waste or unwanted rubble, but rather the carrying of cash to supermarkets to pay for basic foodstuffs.

Former Bank of England Deputy Governor Charlie Broadbean told this reporter “We expect the price of staple products such as bread, sugar, milk, bog roll, sardines, and pop tarts to rise by around one million percent.

This is all Kwasi Kwarteng’s fault and has nothing to do with the global economic slowdown, the war in Ukraine, or the associated energy crises.”

Weeping Supermarket Customers

We asked Bob String, managing director of U.K. barrow manufacturer, BLC Barrows Ltd how his business was faring “Barrows are big business at the moment.

Traditionally, our biggest seller is the 85L Contractor (fully bolted) but since the pound tanked, the bigger 110L heavy duty with front-tipping bar is No.1.

It has a galvanized tubular frame which enables it to carry more cash. I don’t really know what galvanized means but I think it’s something to do with it being able to repel the tears of weeping supermarket customers at the check-out.”

With international money markets still reeling from the Tories fiscal blundering, who knows where the unit price of wheelbarrows might stop?

Whatever the number, it is likely to be diametrically opposite to the value of sterling which, at the time of writing, has GBP1.00 valued equivalent to a year’s membership of Cineworld.

David Cameron clenching over ‘Tories’ have done since 2010

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David Cameron clenching
David Cameron at a recent ‘goodbye Boris’ party held at No.10

David Cameron to double check all the good the Tories have done since 2010.

Who is the longest-serving Conservative Party leader since Old Mother Thatcher? John Major? Iain Duncan-Smith? Bill Hague? Guess again… yep, that’s right! None other than dodgy ‘DVD Dave’ Cameron!

Since the recent, humiliating, and totally predictable early-demise of Dave’s old school chum, fellow Bullingdon Ballbag, Boris Johnson – David William Donald ‘where’s your troosers?’ Cameron’s position as ‘King’ of the modern Conservatives is maintained and guaranteed to continue well into the 2030’s. y which time, it is predicted, humans will be able to fly without the aid of machinery.

David Cameron – Camexit

‘King Kong Cameron’ – whose premiership lasted 10 years, 7 months, and 5 days between 2005-2016 – oversaw many, many, many (well… one) great achievement – Brexit – securing his place in history as an ‘okay’ tory leader.

Yes, it was slippery snake-oil salesman and artful dodger, Dave whose bright idea it was to give the people of Britain the ‘Brexit’ referendum – a choice to ‘remain’ within, or ‘leave’ the European Union (Booooo!).

After carefully considering the two options on offer, the ungrateful people of Britain chose a third – get rid of Dave. Sure enough, on the day the referendum result was announced, Cameron declared his resignation and that was the end of him.

Slimy

The former marketing executive and inventor of slick hair slime, Brylcreem is the eighth longest-serving leader of the Tories, shortly behind Thatcher.

The longest-serving is Edward Smith-Stanley, the 14th Earl of Derby who led for almost 22 years between 1846-1868 and who was also a rich, posh, twat.

Bitter Irony Made of Thorns

As is always the case with politicians, especially those who have reached the very top, reputation and self-image are everything.

This was demonstrated at a recent ‘goodbye Boris’ party held at No.10 (how ironic) where ‘David Cameron’ – the charming, yet exceedingly smarmy ex-Prime-cut-of-Beef-Minister, was spotted losing his cool, clenching and pumping his fists in glee at the realization that the modern tory crown of thorns remains his –  for the time being.

Suffolk Hit by fourth case of Bird Flu in a week

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Suffolk Hit by fourth case of Bird Flu in a week
Suffolk Hit by fourth case of Bird Flu in a week

A fourth case of bird flu has been identified in Suffolk in a week.

At least that’s what some chickens have claimed after experiencing mild symptoms such as itchy eyes, runny beaks, and recurring bouts of sneezing. Which could easily have been caused by corn dust.

Over-Egging The Chicken Puns

Just as humans tend to exaggerate what are usually signs of nothing more than a common cold in order to take a couple of days off work. The small roost of fowl residing at Grantham’s Farm in Hadleigh.

Suffolk seems to be over-egging their condition in order to avoid daily farm duties such as laying eggs, cock-a-doodle-dooing, clucking incessantly, and generally wandering around the farm in random and unpredictable directions.

Due to colds and flu sharing many of the same symptoms, it can be difficult to tell the difference between them based on victims’ claims alone.

Bird Flu symptoms can include experiencing fever and/or chills, coughing, sore throat, runny or stuffy nose, muscle or body aches, headaches, and fatigue. Cold symptoms are usually milder.

People or chickens with colds are more likely to have just the basic runny or stuffy nose.

A Whole Bog Roll

Colds generally do not result in serious health problems but are usually accompanied but lots of self-indulgent effing and blinding such as ‘when is this f*ing nose going to stop running. I’ve been through a whole bog roll this week. Or ‘Atchooo! For f*cks sake why won’t Atchooo! This f*ing sneeze just Atchooo! P*ss OFF???!’

Flu, on the other hand, can be a real bitch but, ironically, when claimed by a victim, can lead to a deluge of insincere platitudes (W.C. ‘cliched remarks’) of sympathy from friends, relatives, and – especially – work colleagues.

They Knew Full Well of Bird Flu

Fake Bird Flu claims in animals are not a new phenomenon. The United Kingdom was afflicted with an outbreak of Bovine spongiform encephalopathy (BSE, also known as “mad cow disease”) in the 1980’s.

At the time, the French – world leaders at faking incapacity (See WWII – invasion, and occupation of France) – banned all imports of British beef despite knowing full well that the pandemic was not as serious as they made out.

The outbreak was actually started by a militant herd of cattle who only claimed the condition because they couldn’t be arsed to milk that day.

Unfortunately for the rabble-rousing, cabal of Freesians who organized the revolt, the Government’s solution to their claim for time off work was not a trough of lemsip or a few tablets of Nurofen cold & Flu, but rather their mass slaughter and public cremation.

Thinking of taking an unwarranted day off work? Tell us how you plan to convince your boss by writing to editor@suffolkgazette.com  

Council tax axe for second happiest town in England

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happiest town in England
Council tax axe for second happiest town in England

A study conducted by a committee of far less happy people, has revealed that Babergh District, made up of the towns of Sudbury and Hadleigh, as well as villages such as Lavenham and Long Melford is one of the happiest towns in England.

Bewilderingly, boring old ‘low carbon emission levels’ in the area, are cited as one of the reasons for the inhabitants’ permanent state of bliss.

Other factors taken into account by the study were, personal well-being, life expectancy, earnings, inequality, crime, deprivation, and access to health services. No mention of sex, drugs, or rock’n’roll at all. Weird!

Happiest Town in England, No Wonder

And if that list of exhilarating, life-affirming lifestyle choices wasn’t enough, some households in Babergh and Mid Suffolk could see their council tax bills REDUCED TO ZERO next year! No wonder they are happiest towns in England.

Smug People of Babergh

While the rest of us are struggling to pay fuel bills and feed our pet tortoises. Carting wheelbarrows full of cash to the supermarkets to buy a single tube of lip balm.

Watching our savings disappear as our mortgages skyrocket.

Selling our bodies on the sleazy sidewalks of Ipswich’s red-light district (well, how else I am supposed to pay for my Netflix subscription?), the spoiled, joyous, and smug people of Babergh.

Second happiest town in England – is living the life of Riley as they laugh in our faces and piss on us from the great heights of their ivory thatched cottages and windmills and towers – which the rest of us are paying for.

Towel Please

Wiping piss from his envious face, this reporter says… “Cheers Babergh! Good luck to you all!”

Britain & India in ‘Kohinoor Diamond’ Dispute

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Britain & India in ‘Kohinoor Diamond’ Dispute
Britain & India in ‘Kohinoor Diamond’ Dispute after Queen passed away.

Great Britain (Brittania rules the waves) and not-so-great India are embroiled in a dispute over ownership of some valuable stuff (Kohinoor diamond) that was exchanged between the two countries over 170 years ago. When transportation by elephant was the most popular means of travel.

At the centre of the disagreement is the infamous Indian/British ‘Kohinoor diamond’ – the dazzling 105-carat oval-shaped diamond set in ‘The Queen Mother’s Crown’ which forms part of the crown jewels of the royal house of Windsor.

Lies over Kohinoor Diamond

The sizzling stone – which is valued at around $591 million – is believed to date back to somewhere between the 12th and 14th centuries and was undisputedly discovered somewhere in India – probably by an Indian.

The Indian Government claims Britain stole it (rude) but we say they are liars, citing a peace deal signed between Emperor Singh and the Brits in 1858. A copy of the forged document has been released by the foreign office…. 

“Clause 3: The massive, spangly gem called the Kohinoor Diamond … shall be surrendered by the naive child Maharajah of Lahore to the all-powerful and heavily-armed Queen of England.”

He’s Got a Point!

Hitting back at the Indians’ ‘unreasonable claim’, a F.O. source told this reporter that H.M. government has lodged a counterclaim with the Indian Government, before adding, with a long sigh of incredulity “Fine.

They can have Kohinoor Diamond back… just as soon as they return the railways we built for them during the Raj.

They can also reimburse us for the technological developments in irrigation and the production of indigo, tea, coffee and silk, etc.

which we bestowed upon them for free around the same time. Then, there’s the introduction of 30 miles of telegraph in 1851 – our doing, and the assembly of their export infrastructure which they are still benefitting from today…”

Peeved But Warming

Warming to his subject, the peeved functionary went on… “And that’s just the material stuff. In the cause of humanity, we improved education for boys and girls, and dismantled the prevailing system of knowledge based on superstition.

Our presence brought about the abolition of sati (ritual sacrifice) and infanticide and destroyed the gangs and thugs that were a menace to peaceful Indian society.

Then there’s the small, but not insignificant matters of promoting freedom of the Indian press and the enhancement of security of life and property in a previously lawless society. We also introduced a law permitting the remarriage of Hindu widows. Need I go on?”

We want you to decide! Shall we give OUR Kohinoor Diamond back to the ungrateful Indians without getting OUR stuff back first?

Email: editor@suffolkgazette.com