Cheese Rollers Defy Ban On Rural Stereotypes
GLOUCESTERSHIRE'S 'cheese rollers' have defied a ban to show the world they are still drunken inbred maniacs.

But locals, keen that they continue to be perceived by the outside world as the collective product of shit-covered, cider-fuelled rutting between a shed full of degenerate siblings, just did it anyway.
Gloucestershire councillor Roy Hobbs said: "There is a recent trend in the media of portraying people from the West Country as being sober, welcoming and aspirational.
"But the cheese rolling helps to remind outsiders this is a region where life is cheap and demented, and that they'd be better off staying where they belong, among their own species."
He added: "Now get off my property before I set my wives on you."
Organisers say this year's event went smoothly, with the only fatality being Roy Hobbs's cousin, who was a bit of an idiot anyway.
Winner Stephen Malley said: "I can't feel anything below the round thing that separates me head from me shoulders ."
He added: "Not that I gives a fuck. I got the fuckin' cheese, didn't I?"
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