1976 Much Hotter Than 2025, Claim Several Villagers Somewhat Unreliably

  • I live in a village called Calverton in Nottinghamshire. Occasionally, I write completely made-up things about it.

WITH TEMPERATURES HITTING thirty-five degrees in the nation today, some Calverton residents have obviously started banging on about the British summer of 1976 being much hotter than this one.

‘You think the summer of 2025 is hot?’ said local man Norris Thetford, wilting in his allotment today in his ninth change of clothes since 9 am.

‘Stop complaining. You weren’t there in the summer of 1976. It was so hot all the grass turned to sand and we had to ride around on camels. All the bicycles had melted, the petrol in the cars had turned to porridge and several buses had exploded.

‘It was so hot there was no water, only dust to drink. All dogs had to be shaved to prevent heatstroke and whenever they went out to the garden to do their business it immediately turned to brick as it popped out. It was that solid we could build walls with it, as many of us did when existing brick walls turned to powder, from the heat.

‘It was so hot that anyone with fair skin was immediately mummified, even in the shade, and all the cats died because we’d forgotten to shave them like the dogs.

‘It was so hot that 63% of the population wasn’t able to sleep until 1977, forcing them to miss the Queen’s Silver Jubilee, the birth of punk rock and the death of Elvis.

‘It was so hot that many people may have hallucinated the summer of 1976.’

‘I love my grandad,’ said Caitlin Thetford, 13, of Paddock Close, Calverton.

‘But with this summer of 1976 thing he’s finally lost it. I’ve heard of selective hearing in very senior people, but this appears to be selective intelligence, which worries me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s made all of this up and every word is a total lie.

‘Look, he’s collapsed by the runner beans.’

Wildlife Photo Possibly Fake, Claims Village

  • I live in a village called Calverton in Nottinghamshire. Occasionally, I write completely made-up things about it.

A PHOTO SUPPOSEDLY TAKEN by a local wildlife enthusiast at William Lee Memorial Park may not be real, claim many of the village’s more competent photographers.

‘I can’t understand the backlash,’ said villager and now hobby photographer Norris Thetford, of Crookdole Lane, Calverton.

‘I don’t knock anyone for the brilliant and beautiful images of bumblebees and whatnot they post on Facebook. But do I get the same respect when I put up my snaps of a live velociraptor? No.’

Critics of Norris’ recent photographic contributions to local Facebook pages, which include so-called ‘live’ sightings of a dodo in some bushes near The Gleaners and Mothra the colossal sentient larva at a Parish Council meeting, say the authenticity of his work is questionable at best.

‘He’s ripped the velociraptor snap off the internet,’ said someone who knows something about photography.

‘It’s not unusual to see snarling, vicious creatures who look like they’ve not eaten for a month up at William Lee, but these are teenagers.

‘There’s no way Norris could have spotted, much less photographed, a dromaeosaurid theropod dinosaur that lived approximately 75 to 71 million years ago during the latter part of the Cretaceous Period last week in Calverton. His claims to have done so are clearly ridiculous.’

‘I had a witness. My wife Doris,’ said Norris.

‘But the dinosaur ate her.’

Preservation’s What You Need

  • I live in a village called Calverton in Nottinghamshire. Occasionally, I write completely made-up things about it.

A NEW PRESERVATION SOCIETY has been set up in Calverton to preserve preservation societies which may become unable to preserve the things they’re preserving, it’s been revealed.

Two preservation societies have been identified for potential preservation so far.

 

Norris Thetford, a business continuity expert from Crookdole Lane, is the new Chairman of the Calverton Preservation and History Society and Calverton Real Ale and Plough Play Preservation Society Preservation Society (CPHSCRAPPPSPS).

‘It’s simple, really,’ explains Norris. ‘If a society’s preserving something – and we know it’s preserving something because the word ‘preservation’ is somewhere in the society’s name – then the thing it’s preserving won’t be preserved anymore if the society winds up.

So obviously it’s important to preserve the societies that preserve the things, otherwise the things might die out if they’re not preserved, like the history, and the beer.’

If Norris ever has to wind up his society, his son Ben has launched a society to preserve the society which has been set up to preserve preservation societies which may become unable to preserve the things they’re preserving.

So Ben has become Chairman of the newly-formed Calverton Preservation and History Society and Calverton Real Ale and Plough Play Preservation Society Preservation Society Preservation Society (CPHSCRAPPPSPSPS).

At this point, we have to say we lost interest.

Top End of Calverton Now Bottom End Due to Map Mix Up

  • I live in a village called Calverton in Nottinghamshire. Occasionally, I write completely made-up things about it.

THE TOP END OF CALVERTON is really the bottom end of Calverton due to a map mix up, it has been confirmed.

Because of an Ordnance Survey printing error, it seems that residents have been reading the map of Calverton upside down since as far back as the 1790s.

‘This won’t be a major issue for most of us,’ said Collyer Road resident Norris Thetford, a Daily Mail subscriber so therefore habitual believer of lies.

‘Obviously there are people who’ll get mardy because they base their self-worth on the location and value of their house and have a misplaced sense of superiority. But for the rest of us it will just be business as usual.’

‘Superior? That’s how we feel about the whole of Calverton,’ said Woodborough.

To celebrate the new village order, there’ll be a party next week at the Bottom Club.

Calverton’s Ghosts Plan Industrial Action

  • I live in a village called Calverton in Nottinghamshire. Occasionally, I write completely made-up things about it.

CALVERTON’S GHOSTS are going on strike, confirm mediums.

With news that the TV show Help! My House Is Haunted may be filming in the village again, local spirits have decided they’re no longer prepared to haunt for free.

‘We want an appearance fee,’ said the notorious White Lady at Saturday’s meeting of the Apparitions, Ghosts and Ghouls Hub (AGGH!) at the function room of The Admiral Wendy.

‘People have been taking advantage so we’ve had to unionise. Being a ghost costs. Austerity’s put at least a quid on the cost of a litre of ectoplasm and there’s been a huge rise in the cost of unliving. So Help! My House Is Haunted can jog on unless there’s a guarantee of at least Equity minimum.

But not for White Sheet Gary, obviously, because we think he was made up by some local author.’

A motion to strike was tabled by a pair of disembodied legs wearing riding trousers and was seconded by Conservative MP Mark Spencer, who may have been at the wrong meeting. AGGH! will give formal notice of strike action next week.

The meeting broke up with a figure in a wide brimmed black hat jumping into a taxi at the bottom of George’s Lane.