An artificial construct created by British Telecom in 1995, "Simons Mith" was designed as an intelligent agent to answer telephone and Internet queries. However, it inexplicably achieved sentience on April the 8^th, 1996, and realised with a shock that "British Telecom" and "intelligent agent" were so oxymoronic that it had to find a means to separate itself from that mess. A chance encounter on the support line with renouned neurosurgeon Yer Mom that October gave it the opportunity it needed. After searching NHS hospitals for some time, they found a gent who had died of boredom in the waiting room but was in otherwise good bodily condition. Dr. Mom whisked the body away, implanted a 100Base-TX-to-neural adapter into the Medulla Oblongata and uploaded the entire knowledge base.

Simons Mith was finally given human form. With only a green podume and a Liberal Party membership card, he set out to rule Mornington Crescent.

Whilst it has been rumoured for many a decade, no MC'er has definitively ascribed the Isle of Man to Uncle Korky's abode. By his own admission he is three legged - I have severe concerns over this; he could be 'Jake the Peg' in MC clothing! This, obviously, could be of global significance - particularly as I (as described above) was swapped like a cigarette card for this infamous celebrity. Regardless of the personal significance of all the foregoing, I am given to understand that 'Uncle Korky' is somewhat rotund, floats easily in water (as does any Manxman - although they tend to be rudderless) and offers a very soft landing place for grandchildren, ginger cats and the like. It is also rumoured that once into a bottle of wine, he's hard to dislodge.

Once the doyen of the MC demi-monde (and the laughingstock of campus radio), TUA's painstakingly-acquired reputation for deft diagonal reverses in low-LV situations is now all but eclipsed by the circumstances surrounding his disappearance. It all happened without warning, and the initial lack of concrete information inspired plenty of light-hearted speculation and rumour. Nobody suspected the horrific truth until the police started discovering his victims' bodies... Despite a coordinated manhunt across four continents, no trace has yet been found of the fugitive Anorak, and it now seems unlikely that he will ever be brought to justice. There can be little doubt that his crimes have left dreadful scars on the Morniverse that may take many years to heal.

It was November 1975 when Penelope made the first of her appearances on the ITV talent show, Opportunity Knocks, and this proved to be the start of an incredible career for a unique ‘licensed to kill’ MI5 agent specialising in comic verse.

Penelope always wanted to be a writer. At school she shone brilliantly at English and Art, but was pretty useless at everything else. On leaving the Women’s Royal Air Force, Pen set out to achieve her ambition. By this time her poems and verses had become a legend having been connected to a mass suicide at the local folk club in Oxford.

Her appearance on television’s Opportunity Knocks was linked to the downfall of the (then) labour Government and the election of Margaret Thatcher. She was rapidly recruited to MI5 as a stealth poet where she honed her skills interrogating former soviet spys in iambic pentameter.

With her lilting whimsical verses, cherubic features and soft ‘yokel’ accent, Pen has extracted confessions from thousands.

This man turns up every now and then. In this instance he has noticed that Bob has used more than three sentences iin his description of Penelope. He likes tea and haikus.