Neville buffs up!

After the runaway success of Into The Wild, our man Neville Cheestring has decided that he needs to build on his image. Obviously, we think he's fine just the way he is; after all, how can you improve on perfection, right?! Still, Nev is having none of it.

On my visit to the gym today, I bumped into our self-proclaimed 'Wild Man of WOP'. Actually, truth be told, he bumped into me - true to form, of course. Naturally, I was surprised to see him there - goodness knows the man can't even lift a bag of sugar with two hands! - so I asked just what he was playing at. His answer - "I think I may be a little bit lost".

Well, quite.

Still, I have to say, you're looking good there Nev - especially with the body bronzing! And thanks again for letting us publish this promo photo!

He also directed me to this wonderful footage of his prankster pal...

I don't know... You people!

Barry's Book Corner

This month, Barry's recommendation has been very much inspired by the events of last weekend's poot-fest, here at WOP HQ. With so much 'entertainment' on offer, he was surely spoilt for choice!

And so... this outing's recommendation is none other than "Practical Jokes To Play On Her", as published by Kudos.

Fittingly, this little gem can be found subtly wedged on top of a whoopie cushion, sneakily hidden within a living room sofa - no doubt just waiting for a poor unsuspecting victim to 'discover' it!

Clearly, our man is easily pleased. Once he had stopped laughing at the sounds of fabricated flatulence, we were able to extract his summing-up: "Sometimes, you just can't beat the classics. Forget all your i-dongs and megapips, tradition is the bedrock of good, clean home entertainment!"

Wise words indeed, Barry, and we look forward to next month's glowing recommendation.

Halloween Humphrey

He lives in the basement. Behind the collection of old clothes and magazines that time forgot.

A tattered and torn piece of rolled-up, disintegrating carpet passes for a pillow; only the movement of the mice running over his weary old bones gives him any sense of warmth.

Welcome to Humphrey's world.

At night, you can hear him cry himself to sleep, his agonising, torturous wails resounding throughout the neighbourhood sewer system, as he laments his sad and lonely existance.

He longs for companionship, listening out for the only sounds with which he can identify.

No friends. No lovers. No deodorant.

But all this pales into insignificance when you witness his terrible affliction.

Watch if you dare...

Happy Halloween, Pooters!