Wait wait wait - there’s more to Walsall than the M6 and people actually live there? Live and learn.

Yeah, yeah. OK.

Congratulations to those pencil-necked desk jockeys at the council for installing crappy infrastructure AGAIN without thinking of people with different needs AGAIN.

Mrs Unlucky Alf, there.

“Stick it in first!” “I did, but the car’s still going”

Squirrels making a determined move to usurp geese as nature’s bastards.

Did Willy Wonka write this?

Rocked up to school with purple hair? HOME YOU GO!

With all of Watford’s problems solved, the local MP sets his sights on [checks notes] incorrect bus stops.

Bloody Martin Clunes up to his tricks again.

NICE THINGS, but I’m not sure what I’d do with a dog kidney. www.belfastlive.co.uk/news/norther...

John Peel dot jpeg

At last, a brave scientist on a bike has finally solved that eternal mystery: How do you know when you’ve been tango’d? The answer, according to this wide-ranging study (sample size: two) is “mild irritation”.

The first two words of the headline tells you everything you need to know.

Posted this just for the photo of the councillor halfway down the page, which screams “Oh god - what now?”

It’s not boy racers, it’s your MP accidentally visiting his constituency. Oooh, little bit of politics there my name’s Ben Elton goodnight.

Absolute FILTH. www.shropshirestar.com/news/2025/09...

I hope he managed to find a dock leaf

V for Vets vs PNDJATC for Pencil-necked desk jockeys at the council Spotter: Jane www.eveningnews24.co.uk/news/2548097...

Not even Florida, people. NOT EVEN FLORIDA.

As Brice was led away he shouted: ‘What, I am going to prison, is that really necessary?’ The judge replied: ‘Yes.’ Well played, Judge.

May I venture to suggest “Toward that white line 100 metres in front of you”?

Poetry continues break out in the Derby Telegraph, about a bizarre “seaside” resort approximately 90 miles from the coast. We’ve been there. It’s weird.

… by recreating his famous Italia ‘90 “shat on pitch” moment in the saloon bar.

This year’s Irish presidential campaign is wonderfully bonkers, and at last I’m getting full value from my Irish citizenship 🇮🇪

Man visiting his friend Barry vs Parking Bastard™️ is only going to end one way. Bonus content: Comments are heaving with armchair lawyers.

A cautionary tale of ex-pat life in Thailand, including a fine photograph of a local woman pointing at no cash machines at all.

Regret to report that those pencil-necked desk jockeys at the council have been enforcing their existing parking rules again.

Not sure if crapping on it will help, but go right ahead.

I genuinely thought this photo was AI. It is not AI.

Humans: Please stop being dickheads.

Your mum.

Regret to report that those pencil-necked desk jockeys at the council are at it again, enforcing their pesky so-called “fire regulations” that prevent people from “burning to death”.

Is it a cat?

Sexy slang

Shocking if true.

Of all the “Oh mate” stories we’ve ever done, this is the oh matest.

The first ever prisoner of war camp, and hopefully they learned from their mistakes for the second ever POW camp.

“Free art lessons for mayoral candidates” is a campaign we can get behind.

Man finds he has been overcharged for gin in Asda, complains, gets a refund, still goes to the paper.

Yet they’ve kept all the accordions, an alleged musical instrument largely linked to dictatorships. Interesting.

Wanna feel old? This is what Noseybonk out off of nightmare fuel kids’ TV looks like today.

Criminals: Don’t be like this guy, he’s giving crime a bad name. Local dentists: Stand down, you won’t know him.

He blew it on the first date after telling her he’d like to fill her hole, but it was all a huge misunderstanding.

Not at all nice to the people on the receiving end of a large fish, but see if you can find the paragraph which had way too much information

All the proof you need that opticians are simply a front for the military-industrial complex division that makes those special lens-cleaning cloths. Do your own research, sheeple!

Things which are a bit like the Berlin Wall, only without the machine guns an’ that: Okehampton in Devon.

People living next to (recently improved to reduce freight train wait times) railway line complain about trains.

Roses are red Quite silver, the birch

Click through for some very fine nose-holding.