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Following an unsuccessful attempt at smiting Gary Lineker, Suella Braverman has regrouped like a Russian tank commander and announced a new campaign: the Bonfire of the National Treasures.


‘There’s only so much popularity to go around’, she explained. ‘People like Judi Dench with her natural smile, her easy charm and her impressive body of work make me sick. A National Treasure is, quite literally, a popularity thief – they swan around being popular, leaving less popularity for everybody else’.


Lack of popularity has long been a criterion for membership of the Conservative Party and Braverman’s followers (herself and her husband, poor bugger) hope that attacking popular celebs will attract the pathologically-unpopular to vote Tory at the next election. As usual.


However experts claim the assault should have been taken before the Oscars, not after.


‘It simply isn’t fair that bitter, twisted, sour-faced harridans who didn’t have many friends at school and who demonise the desperate get such a bad press’, said a spokesman. ‘The Conservative Party is the inclusive party – we don’t care what your background is as long as it scarred you. Though a private education is essential, obvs. We’re not savages’.








An Audi driver who you helpfully double-flashed your lights at so he could come out of a busy junction in front of you into queuing rush hour traffic, was going to do it anyway, it has been confirmed.


'I'd definitely already started to emerge from the junction well before you flashed me’, confirmed sales manager Mike McBride.


‘And to be honest, I’d have come out even if you'd been going at forty miles an hour, and there was only a millisecond to complete the risky manoeuvre’.


‘Definitely no need for me to acknowledge your kind gesture with a raised hand, a quick nod of my head, or the universally recognised double click of my hazard lights to thank you’, noted McBride. ‘No, sirree’.


‘Things to do, people to see. My time is just way more important than yours’, continued McBride, studiously avoiding any eye-contact with you in his rear-view mirror until he was able to jump some traffic lights and accelerate away.


McBride has confirmed that he will see you on the motorway later, when he will undoubtedly be ignoring all the ‘lane closing’ signs until the very last minute, at which point he’ll nonchalantly pop his indicator on and expect you to let him move back into the middle lane.




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