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Dear Spoof,

I would like to extend my hearfelt thanks for the almost genuine welcome I recieved from Terysann ap Fwrthat.
I don't know what the word 'Huguenot' means but rest assured when I get the chance I won't bother looking it up.

In response to rumours that I may be Welsh I feel I must explain myself.
There may be a problem on two fronts regarding any potential Welshness I possess. I married a woman, albeit an American, whose maiden name was Jones and many years ago whilst holidaying in a North Wales puddle I was bitten by a Welsh rarebit. Both of these sorry episodes have left me worrying that I may of contracted the debilitating disease known as Welshness.

Perhaps the fact that I hate Rugby should be of comfort to me as we all know that the Welsh just adore huddling together in a muddy field, sniffing each others backsides and sweaty crotches. Since I have never done this, I have concluded that it is unlikely that I am Welsh.

Having said all this, I realise that my constant denials may of made me look guilty of Welshness. But I'm not, honest.

Yours gobbingly,
Daffyd Davies-Jones,
13 Dragons Lane,
Nowhere near Swansea,
Definetely not in Wales.

Dear Spoof,

I appear to have mislaid my pipe and slippers. If anyone has seen them please contact me on the address below.

Mr. Al T. Zeimers,
Raven Lunatic Asylum,
Knutty Ash,
Liverspot.

Dear Spoof,

As a new subscriber and contributor to this fine publication I would like to know if I am the most Scottish person ever to appear here.

Yours slapdashedly,

Hamish McMcMc
Haggis Cottages,
Dontmentiontheworldcup Lane,
Independenceshire,
Scotland.