Pies stolen in Yorkshire, unsurprisingly

MORE than £25,000 worth of pies have, to the amazement of no-one, been stolen in a Yorkshire pie heist.  

The pies, which are essentially currency in the county, were stolen in a meticulously planned heist which whisked the pies away from under the very noses of their bakers, leaving only their mouth-watering odour behind.

Chef Tom Booker said: “These weren’t ordinary pies. These were top of the range prize-winning pies such as Yorkshire’s King James Martin consumes on his humble wooden throne.

“Any one of these pies could feed a family living in a Leeds back-to-back for a forthright fortnight. And in style, with flavour better than anything you’d get in bloody London.

“But, as should have been expected up here, word of the pies got out. And a group of Yorkshire criminals, senior citizens most likely, planned a complicated heist I imagine while walking across the breathtaking landscape of the Dales.

“How complicated? Well, one man distracted the driver and another one drove off with the pies so we’re talking Ocean’s Eleven levels of deception for an honest, take-us-as-you-see-us place like God’s own county.

“They’ll probably melt them down, adulterate them and sell them on as Ginster’s pasties. It’s a bloody shame.”

Gregg Wallace to win public back by asking them to punch him in the stomach as hard as they can

DISGRACED MasterChef presenter Gregg Wallace is to win Britain back by lifting his shirt, tensing his abs and demanding they punch him hard in the stomach. 

Wallace, who believes the country will be lost without his irreplaceable talent for eating food and passing judgement on it, has chosen a tactic sure to impress everyone.

He said: “Go on, hit me. Don’t pull your punches. Give it to me as hard as you can. I won’t feel a thing.

“Here, let me get my shirt off, I don’t want it getting in the way. Nothing sexual in this, by the way, in case the certain-age brigade start clucking. Right, let me tense them. Like f**king rock they are.

“You can all queue up and take your turn. No skin off my dick, mate. Doesn’t matter if it’s one punch or a thousand, the only thing getting hurt is your hand.

“Right? Impressive, yeah? Doesn’t look like the stomach of a 60-year-old, does it? I mean take that out of context, snap a picture on your phone, send it to a woman anonymously, she’d say no more than 35. Trust me.”

Following a short demonstration, a wincing Wallace called a halt to the exercise, complaining that it was not fair to hit him when he was not ready.