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As you read this, copies of the June Spurtle are already thundering towards Broughton like cats urged on by professional couriers with no sense of urgency.

As you read this, advance copies of the May Spurtle are already spreading across the barony like tree pollen chasing atopics out in the fresh air for the first time since February.

As you read this, advance copies of the April Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like dispersible aspirin in the glass of a Tesla PR executive.

As you read this, advance copies of the March Spurtle are already popping up across Broughton like park snowdrops awaiting the first Mastiff of spring. 

As you read this, advance copies of the February Spurtle are already appearing across Broughton like buses whispering over setted potholes in the small hours of the night.

As you read this, advance copies of the November Spurtle are already appearing in Broughton like Black Friday zombies lurching across town in search of a bargain.

As you read this, advance copies of the November Spurtle are already appearing across Broughton like early voters in a faraway election of which we know nothing.

As you read this, advance copies of the September Spurtle are already spreading across the neighbourhood like cheery delivery drivers rattling along pavements.

As you read this, advance copies of the August Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like Fringe-goers seeking somewhere to sit down without a comedian standing up in it.

As you read this, advance copies of the July Spurtle are already scattering across the barony like political door-steppers fleeing an XL Bully who doesn’t intend to vote.