Tea Party Ends With Traditional Throwing Of The Faeces

THE American Tea Party movement closed its convention yesterday with a traditional throwing of freshly deposited faeces.

Curious onlookers watched as the creatures, many of them dressed in human clothes, sat at a neatly prepared table and attempted to pour each other cups of water and share a plate of biscuits.

Mother-of-two Helen Archer said: "At first they looked like little hairy people enjoying some nice afternoon tea.

"But soon they were knocking over the cups and banging the teapot on the table. Then they abandoned the tea set altogether and started throwing big handfuls of faeces at each other. The children absolutely loved it."

Earlier the convention had given a rapturous welcome to the former vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin as she was led slowly onto the stage wearing a child's dress and a pair of high heels.

The frenzied crowd performed somersaults as Mrs Palin screeched loudly and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, before shoving her index finger into her anus and then licking it.

The event had been opened on Friday with a controversial speech by former congressman Tom Tancredo who made it clear that he was very angry about something, possibly the tightness of his nappy or the absence of readily available plums.

Zoologist Tom Logan said: "They are fascinating creatures and I love to watch them interact with each other and attempt to understand what it is they're trying to say.

"But you have to remember that they are just animals who sit around all day picking nits out of each other's hair and would fuck their own sisters at the drop of a hat."


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My Big Gap Year: The Athens Of The South

Despatches from Poppy Spalding

Friday: Greece

This week I'm in Athens, the ancient city responsible for PE, maths and classics and, without which, there would have been no need for me to attend fifth form on a Tuesday.

The cleaner at my hostel was a super chatty transvestite called Shakira. Greeks are totally cool with men being born in the wrong body – not at all like nearby Palestine. Also, Shakira was born in Argos! "Random!" I cried "That’s where I got my electric blanket!" He got so excited and insisted he take me on a day trip there so I could do some more shopping.

We decided to get refreshments for the three hour bus ride. To authenticate the trip – what I really fancied was the syrupy Greek hallucinogen, Metaxa. I've plenty of experience with this from when I nicked it out my parent’s drinks cabinet aged 13. No one seemed to notice how it slowly disappeared over the years and when I was 17, I decanted a bottle of Mad Dog 20 20 into it and still no one's said anything, so I think I'm in the clear. Sadly though, Shakira couldn't find any and got us five litres of blue WKD instead. Bargain!

After three hours of WKD and sitting still on a bus, I anticipated I would go insane if I didn't jump up and down for two hours solid and also pee. Shakira suggested we go to Argos's actual Hippodrome where ancient Olympians did all their jumping and, no doubt, peeing.

God, the Hippodrome really was amazing and the ancient steps were just perfect for me and Shakira to do long jumps, roly-polys and shrieking.

Then, a group of American girls came up. One told us to stop disrespecting the ancient theatre. Shakira gasped in outrage and emptied his WKD into her hair. Then the girl flew at Shakira so I chucked my WKD at her mate's face and then her mate kicked me in the fanny. Before I knew it there was a full scale brawl going on – it was brilliant! Sadly though, someone told the cops and we had to stop after everyone, including Shakira, was threatened with deportation.

To calm down, Shakira took me for coffee and a kebab. Two hours later, I felt confused and upset like I'd accidentally taken some cheap speed. Shakira reassured me lesbian wrestling matches such as ours were fundamental to the Olympic process. He said gymnasiums were originally places for old bearded queens to 'wrestle' young boys, that the ancient Olympics were just big gay sex marathons and the only reason it changed in the 60s is because you can’t show that stuff on TV.

You think you have a civilisation pegged! Greeks are more dark horse than Trojan horse and next time a Greek says he’s popping down the 'gym' you better believe he's going there to meet Adrian Chiles. And that's what makes Athens the greatest city in the world!