Bristol one big polycule

EVERY adult in Bristol is part of a citywide non-monogamous relationship with everyone else, it has emerged. 

Ruling traditional monogamous partnerships to be fascism, Bristol’s progressive population of roughly half a million has collectively entered into an open relationship reaching from Clifton to Bedminster.

Lauren Hewitt from Redland said: “It started off as a difficult conversation between a few couples outside the Arnolfini, but now we’re all happily in on it.

“From bus drivers to council workers, from Massive Attack to Carla Denyer, we’re all sexually, romantically and emotionally involved with one another in infinite variations. I think the last monogamous dinosaur was shamed into exile in 2023.

“Why else do you think the city is so laid back? We’re all gamely shagging each other on an endless rotation without an iota of jealousy or a moment’s worry about commitment. Also we’re near the coast and have a lovely zoo.”

Joshua Hudson from Brislington said: “It’s a lot of fun but a lot of admin. Scheduling a date in a pop-up cereal board game cafe while keeping track of 500,000 diaries is a nightmare, and we’ve lost track which of us is Banksy.

“We’re all on the apps if you fancy joining in, but if you’re not 420 friendly or escaping from London, don’t bother swiping on us. We’re not your type.”

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Thank you for helping us get over your music and move on, say Swifties

TAYLOR Swift’s former fans have praised the star for prioritising their emotional development by releasing an album bad enough for them to move on. 

As fan forums and stan social media accounts shutter worldwide, ex-Swifties have issued one final vote of thanks to their one-time heroine for ending this cleanly and not leaving them stuck in limbo unable to mature like Oasis fans.

Carolyn Ryan of Bournemouth said: “Never has her love for her fans been so true and so shortly-to-be irrelevant.

“I’m 34. I shouldn’t be identifying with songs about teenage love and swapping friendship bracelets, and I can’t afford another Eras tour. I’ve got a mortgage to pay.

“But Taylor’s seen that, realised she was stunting our emotional growth, and produced her second album in a row of petty score-settling and infantile love ballads so we could finally say ‘enough of this shit’ and grow up.

“There can be no other reason for a song about her boyfriend’s penis, employing numerous clumsy similes, if not to shock us from our stupor and end this. No more vinyls. No more Swiftageddon nights. From today I listen only to Radio 4.”

Fellow fan Sophie Rodriguez said: “Yes, we all owe a big thank you to Travis’s dick.”