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Penny Vincenzi!
You’re not seeing things.
We’ve managed to track down another one of those boys to find out what’s going on in his perennial noggin, what’s perplexing his grey matter. Let’s have a sit down and a chat with Drake Fondles!

Name: Drake Fondles
Age: Old enough
What type of boy band member are you: I’m the talent, the songwriter, the visionary, the artist. I write the words to all the songs then hand them to someone else to rewrite and fix to someone else’s music
How many curls: enough to fill a wheelbarrow
I most look like: a dainty flower fixed upon a mountain hilltop in the flurriest of weather but also on a summer’s day
Best celebrity chicken: Florence Chuckles
Chaffinch – controversial?: I’d rather you didn’t bring it up
Pour me a mug of: delicious melodies sprinkled with stardust
Fuzziest television: Uncle Tupperware’s
How “me” are you: I am more you than you ever were, and I can guarantee that. In fact, I’m going to write a song about it right now
Finish this phrase, “Shoulder shrug…”: emotionless mug
Back once again with the renegade master. The renegade master being me. I am your renegade master.
Can we keep unearthing the gold? Can we unopen the vestibule and then reopen it again for clarity? Can we stretch WORDS any further than we already have?
Let’s find out:
Exhilarating in every sense of the word.
October is going to have to pull a blinder in order to beat some of those. Could the chilly season dig up even better ideas? We shall see.
That’s right.
We’ve managed to secure another exclusive and this time it’s a questions mit answers with one of the Happy Salad Boys; Chester Kneesup!

Name: Chester Kneesup
Age: Wa-hey, look at me
What type of boy band member are you: I’m the funny one, the cheeky scamp who gets away with anything
Favourite rocks: the ones you find by the sea
I look most like: a right old stack of Brazil nuts
Best outfit: my Robin Hood bomber jacket and tweed socks
Pour me a mug of: hot gravel, please
Slippers or mandibles: definitely mandibles because I think they’re rather fetching, whereas slippers are old like dad’s ham
How many ghandis are too many: any number over tooty
Favourite ice cubes: the ones from tim’s house, they’re delightfully pleasant
Finish this phrase, “roll me an onion…”: before the headmaster catches the figs!
We have exclusive news down here at the Newsboost HQ that sexy boy band the Happy Salad Boys are due to release a new album by the end of the month.
You’ve all heard of them by now. They seemed to appear out of nowhere around 18 months ago, four jolly lads with an eye for a tune and expert marketing and choreography to match. Their debut album ‘Mushrooms, yeah?’ went straight in at number one, featuring twelve of the grooviest, hippest and most vegetable-est songs you’ve ever heard. Since then, Chester Kneesup, Drake Fondles, Tyler ‘whoops’ Aplenty and (no capital letter, please) tim have been on every magazine cover, website and advertising billboard this side of Chelmsford.
A sold out tour followed, taking in all the major cities and stadiums the UK could manage. They were so popular they sold out Wembley five times, and forced Ed Sheeran to a smaller venue to coo his acoustic love songs to five people instead of six (sorry, Ed).
Whats the new album called? That hasn t been leaked yet, although the fervent fans are casting their votes as to which vegetable they might choose next.
“All our albums will be named after vegetables,” said Drake Fondles, the self proclaimed leader of the four. “Because vegetables matter.”
Will it be artichokes? Will it be spring onions? Will it be something completely different such as an autumnal swede? We only have a few weeks to wait.
Stay tuned for more Happy Salad Boys exclusives coming very soon.
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I get it.
You’re out with the lads and you’re having a great time. You’ve been on the bevs for most of the afternoon and now the evening. The night is creeping in. You haven’t eaten in hours.
You catch the last bus home and even though your sense of timing for public transport is spot on, by the time you reach your destination your favourite takeaway is closed.
Curses, you think, why must they shut this early? Don’t they want my business? Don’t they want my £2.50 for a bag of chips (or whatever your regional financial equivalent is – we all know rubbish London pounds are)?
Left with no option but to raid the cupboards, your choices are slim. The freezer is practically empty too because you’re due a food shop tomorrow. It’s time to face facts; waiting over two hours for a McDelivery isn’t going to help anything. You’re already whammed and you need something to soak up the alcohol.
It’s time to do something drastic.
It’s time to open that tin youve been saving for an emergency.

You wake up the next day with a thick, brown, meaty rim around your lips and you have no idea how it got there.
Ah ha! What a blinder of a month July was. Absolutely hilarious. I know I’ll be quoting some of them for years to come and soon everyone else will be too. When it comes to awards season, July will be the one to beat.
*awkward coughing and the sound of shuffling papers*
Where do we go from here then? What could August possibly offer to beat the wunderkind that was the previous month? Onwards and upwards, dear viewer, let’s keep on choogling:
Can you feel the love tonight?
Let me know if there’s anything that YOU say that could be a potential phrase. We’re past the halfway point, hurtling towards the autumnal season, so there may be a special seasonal variation coming up soon (if I can remember that is).