As you read this, the February Spurtle has not only rattled through the presses but leapt off the floor and into the arms of our black-spandex-clad ninja distribution operatives.
You won’t see or hear them, but over the next two days they’ll be fanning out across the barony and beyond, delivering hyper-local news from odd angles about and to the places other papers rarely reach.
Issue 270 begins with the elephant in the room, continues with a notable bear, and concludes by considering a potential cuckoo.
The whole kit and caboodle
Spurtle’s Issue 269 comes out in December and will be the last until February, straddling the New Year period like a huge but elegant new road bridge with only a few piddling surface issues which it’s hardly worth mentioning despite the fact that in time they may cause the entire edifice to collapse. So we won’t.
Page 1 is mostly about the dizzying spin that is Picardy Place, although we also find room for a desirable dragon and make confident predictions about what Leithers will be arguing about in 2018.
It’s nearly September, and the new Spurtles are ripening on the vine in a printshop near you.
Bursting with juicy interest, our luscious clusters contain news of locals in a spin, good causes, high stakes, and soggy bottoms not on the telly.
You want Gardening tips? We got ‘em. Thinking of putting your foot in it? We give reasons not to.