Boris Johnson was quick to distance himself from rumours that the new proposed bridge between the British mainland and France would begin from his driveway in Berkshire and end just outside his holiday home in Provence. [read...]
Popular deity, God, has admitted that despite the widespread expression, he doesn’t know a lot of stuff. ‘You hear it all the time; ‘What’s my email password? God knows.’ well, actually I’ve quite a lot on my plate without keeping track of millions of amnesiacs’ [read...]
Twas the night before Brexit and all through the House
Of Commons, no sex occurred. No hand down a blouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
With Gove hung by the neck and the treasury was bare [read...]
The Foreign Secretary hailed as a success his diplomatic efforts to ensure that every Briton visiting Iran will be instantly jailed, covered in hot chilli sauce and fired from a canon. Meanwhile Iran has offered to stop its nuclear programme, [read...]
The Foreign Secretary proclaimed his excitement at the prospect of being let loose amongst what he called ‘a bunch of boobyswaddled slagamuffins’ and was ‘jolly chizzawuzzled’ that it was a genuine island, thus limiting avenues of escapes for the eligible young ladies. [read...]