Logos are for wimps
Christmas is a time for merriment

Written by
SOTCAA

Additional material:
The Mumbler, Evchamp, Squidy

Newslines by:
Alison Bean, Lyndsay Fenner, Bent Halo, TJ Worthington

No additional material from:
Colin Bostock-Smith, Terry Ravenscroft, James Hendrie, Ian Brown, Mike Lepine, Mark Leigh, Roger Planer
and not one word from Billy Connolly

© some of the corpses are amusing, etc 2001

This book is dedicated to
Rob Sedgebeer

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without the permission of the authors. Yes, this is the small-print parody. We used the smallest possible font for this bit. Obviously its main purpose is affectacious, to give the page a certain look rather than to pillory legal journalese in any way. In fact you won't actually read it the first time round and will maybe return to it a few days later, having enjoyed the festive season to the full. In fact why don't we just write the same thing again. All Rights Reserved - that was a good bit.. No part of this book may be reproduced without the permission of the authors, blahdi blahdi blah. Yes, this is the small-print parody - it is and all. We used the smallest possible font for this bit - 'arial narrow', size one if you fancy having a bash yourself. Obviously its main purpose is affectacious (is that a word?), to give the page a certain look rather than to pillory legal journalese in any way - tum-ti-tum. In fact you won't actually read it the first time round and will maybe return to it a few days later, having enjoyed the festive season to the full - blah blah, Great escape, blah blah, Queen's Speech, blah blah, Noel Edmonds up the top of the Post Office Tower. Well, it looks like we've filled enough of the page for the design to work now, so from me, my controller Vic and the rest of the gang here at HTV Wales I wish you all a very good night. Nos da i chi'i gyd, cysgwch yn ddawel.

cluck me ragged

A FOREWORD BY SOMEONE INAPPROPRIATE


Now then, now then, goodness gracious me, guys and gals, uheeuhheuuheeeuhhheuuhh. Firstly, may I just say how utterly thrilled I am to be introducing this Christmas Book for the guys at SOTCAA.  After all their hard work smashing the media and getting slightly drunk in front of Simon Pegg it's really great to see things finally taking off for them.  Well done, guys.  And gals.

You know, on those occasions when I'm sitting in my big chair, smoking cigars, wearing tracksuits, threatening to have people's legs broken or playing old records on the radio in the mid-80s, there's nothing I like better than to relax in front of a roaring web-page about comedy.  And - as it happens - SOTCAA has always been the one I choose to 'log onto' (as the term has it).  Sure, a lot of their comedy 'facts' are mere speculation.  They also tend to call people 'plebs' a bit too often and I personally quite liked 'I'm Alan Partridge', but nobody could ever doubt that that there's always something interesting to read there.  And in my view it's early days yet.  Their website was only the start of it.  One website - and now they're a part of it...

Of course some unkind people are bound to suggest that doing their own material - instead of maliciously attacking other people's - amounts to 'selling out' (as I believe the term has it). Well, let me tell you for nothing - these guys are so down-to-earth, the very idea of them compromising their artistic integrity is nothing more than jealous wombat's doos.  Cheap laughs and misjudged humour?  Not a bit of it.  As my mother, 'The Duchess' (God rest her soul), used to say: "Sometimes you have to push yourself forward or you get left behind.  Now get me my tea, and if you bring home any more sluts I'll make you sorry you were ever born, Norman...".  Now then, now then, uhheeeuhhh.

So, good luck with the book, lads. May there be many many more.

How's about that then?

The gospel according to Sarah Cornley

Sir James Savile O.B.E.*

*We have been asked by the legal estate of Sir James Savile to point out, etc...
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