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Sleuth’s Most Remarkable Food Deal Of The Week
This from Morrisons in Manchester. The price is £1 per unit for a bag of salad and the deal is buy two for £2. Sleuth's contact sent him the picture. She was so overwhelmed she almost bought the whole stock. You don’t get many bargains that special.
Sleuth’s Humorous Foreign Names Of The Week
Sleuth had a quite wonderful brill fish to share on a platter in Jamie Oliver’s new place on King Street. The Hungarian waiter, a lovely fella with an Italian accent, (because he’d learnt English “working in an Italian restaurant in London”) boned it beautifully. Later Sleuth found out something else brill. The waiter was called Roland. Roland’s surname is "spelt Racz but pronounced like Rats”. Marvellous stuff. Maybe he should prepare the ratatouille. Or get a daytime TV slot.
Massive brill fish without ratatouille
Sleuth’s True Smiths Story Of The Week
Sleuth read this in MEN Diary the other week. ‘It's a far cry from Downton Abbey... but actress Jessica Brown-Findlay has bagged a role in a new movie inspired by the music of The Smiths. Jessica, who plays Downton's Lady Sybil Crawley, is in the frame to star in the film Shoplifters of the World Unite, which will be soundtracked by songs from the Manc indie icons. The film is based on the true story of an American Smiths' fan, who, devastated by the band's 1987 break-up, forced a DJ to play nothing but Smiths songs for hours.’
Morrissey FlowersIn 1997 Sleuth took a fey American girl of pale beauty, called Fay, around Manchester on a tour. She carried a bunch of gladioli which she waved round her head at every Smiths related site while singing Smiths’ songs. The flowers reflected a similar habit of Smiths’ frontman Morrissey.
At the last stop on the tour, The Ritz on Whitworth Street West, Fay lay down on the pavement and wept. Very loudly. “Are you all right?” asked a nervous Sleuth. He turned around, to find three brutish lads staring at him, “What’ve you done to her, you bastard?” they said.
Honestly you could make a movie about it. Sleuth was devastated, but kept himself cheerful by singing along with Fay, "I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour but Heaven knows I'm miserable now."
Sleuth's Inane Tweet Of The Week
This is awarded to a man called Matt - you know who you are - who tweeted: 'Morning'. Brilliant Matt, the world is a better place.
Sleuth’s The Sun Wants To Rubbish Oldham Story Of The Week
Sleuth was rung by some nervous hack from The Sun about doing a tour of Oldham. “Why?” said Sleuth “Well somebody in Croydon is running tours which costs £8 and includes views from a multi-storey car park. We thought that Oldham is probably as awful as Croydon,” said the hack. “So you want to laugh at the town?” said Sleuth. “Er....yes,” said The Sun reporter.
“I think you’re mistaken my man,” said Sleuth, “Oldham has been called the Florence of the North, the palazzos of its cotton barons are only equalled in beauty by the mighty Forest of Werneth while the view from Oldham Edge has been described as better than across the Bay of Naples as the sun sets.” “Really...er...oh,” said a bamboozled Sun reporter.
Oldham Edge On A Summer's Day With Naturists And Local Wildlife
Sleuth’s Living Lowry Picture
This was taken in the shocking circumstances of a busy Lowry Outlet Centre at Salford Quays this weekend. Apparently the CBeebies were visiting the area. Sleuth thinks it’s disgraceful, it was so full Sleuth couldn’t use it in peace and quiet like every other weekend. Still the scene outside looked strangely familiar
Original Lowry, called 'Going to the CBeebies', value £6m
People At The Lowry Outlet Mall Last Sunday Value £0m
Sleuth’s Worst Advertisement Of The Week
This advertisment is from Reed employment agency. It's for a journalist - oh the irony.
‘We are searching for a Talented Journalist for a fabulously exciting & highly rewarding Opportunity; for a Large impressively successful Organisation. Salary is Neg depending on experience & expertise. Based in Manchester.
‘The Ideal Journalist Must: Have a Journalism degree graduate or NCTJ certified; We are looking for someone with lots of ideas, energy and enthusiasm to fit into our hard-working features team; A reporter with a keen instinct for a good, off-diary story and the tenacity to follow it through; The candidate must be literate, intelligent and able to write across features and news. Ability to make contacts, work to deadlines and remain calm under pressure; Experience in a news room preferred; In-Design and sub-editing skills is desirable.
‘Upon your success of applying for this Journalist Role; You will be based in Newly Refurbished High Spec, cutting edge offices. Both the Energy & Vibe is Electric & Infectious! You will be working with like minded creative’s as part of the Features Team.
‘This is an organisation; whereby your Talent & Ambition will be nurtured to Grow, equally appreciated & highly rewarded! To Apply for this Role Please Contact Adam Liddle or Sophia Passonnii in order to Push You Positively Forward & Arrange Your Interview.
‘Immediate Interviews for the most Talented Journalist’s. Seed...We Grow! A Dream Without Courage Goes Nowhere...’
Sleuth doesn’t really know where to begin with this. Is it to comment on the random capitalisation, is it the need for a journalist to be ‘literate’, is it ‘Both the Energy & Vibe is Electric & Infectious!’?
No it has to be ‘Seed...We Grow!’
Sleuth’s decided to nip out and shout that as loudly as possible in the Arndale Centre. Maybe all the shoppers will holler back ‘A Dream Without Courage Goes Nowhere...’
Sleuth’s Lies To Tell Tourists
The Joy Division and New Order tapes have recently been found in an old vault at Jamie Oliver’s new restaurant in the former Midland Bank on King Street. Along with Kylie’s Hotpants.
