Week 49: News at Jude


 

Good afternoon,

- Parents declare Jude free from chicken pox.

- Jude’s crawling breaks land speed record.

- Brothers’ tears flood National Trust site.

It is now safe for visitors to see Jude, that is according to Professor Chris Whitty. Last week the Government’s scientific advisor recommended the family cease contact with the outside world to stop the spread of the disease. With the child’s temperature returning to normal and spots stabilising, the family are now in a position to welcome back guests into their home.

(Cut to Health Correspondent, Sam Oxbridge's VT detailing Jude’s recovery alongside supplementary graph explaining how the R rating is now at 0.)

For twenty-five years the land speed record stood, but that is no more. Today, Jude Ellis smashed through the sound barrier, recording a speed of 768 mph. The feat is made all the more remarkable by the fact that he only began crawling a few weeks ago. Jude’s trajectory from belly sliding to commando scrabbling has sent engineering experts into a spin. How has the boy gone from showing no inclination to move, to hurtling down the hallway?

(Cut to VT of  Andy Green’s 1997 SuperSonic Car record juxtaposed with film of Jude crawling. Voice-over from Technology Correspondent, Norman Geek)

And finally, Jude and his brother, Kit, caused a tsunami of tears at a Hertfordshire visitor site. Patrons of the Ashridge Estate Café fled their cappuccinos as both boys cried simultaneously, causing a horrendous flash flood. Onlookers described the scene as 'catastrophic', however park rangers have since declared the situation as 'under control' with the brothers safe at home.

(Cut to Home Affairs Correspondent, Susannah Blighty's VT. An overhead shot of the flood zone begins the piece culminating in a clip of the brothers snoring in bed.)

That’s all for the News at Jude. Good afternoon.

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