That's just my kind of humour, what a lark!
I, too, detest those round robin newsletters, I mean, who on earth gives the tiniest mouse sized ***** about the absolute minutiae of some distant acquaintance's life. Why the hell would you want to know about Tarquin's sudden liquorice allergy which led to 6 months on a life-support machine, even though he's now recovered enough to communicate using a series of blinks? Or Ariadne's brief marriage to a chap who turned out to be a serial killer who had left his last wife in bin bags in seven different counties? Or young Aristotle's address to the Wisbech Allotment Group which garnered 2 lines on page 63 of Turnip Grower's Weekly? Or Scheherazade's engagement to Luther Von Thongcreek, the much admired President of Burton-on-Trent's Transvestite Support Alliance? Or the very amusing misinterpretation of Montague's thesis on Osama Bin Laden which led to him spending 11 months as a prisoner in Guantanamo Bay, though he's alright now as long as someone holds his hand while he goes to sleep and sings a verse or two of We'll Gather Lilacs In The Spring again in order to convince him that eating weetabix is not an arrestable offence? Such boring trivialities...
