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Ofsted has for the first time in existence backed teachers after Sir Keir Starmer told a horrified group of teachers that he wants children to learn oratory skills.


“It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard a politician say!” said a secondary school teacher who asked we keep his identity secret, in case his senior managers use his comments as an excuse to give him another bollocking. “The first thing we learn on the teacher training course is how to tell kids how to shut the fuck up when we’re teaching. If schools have to teach oratory skills, we’ll have smartarse kids giving eloquent speeches that demand answers to why their schools are no longer teaching useful subjects; and how they are supposed to do King James Bible studies when there is only the single copy of the KJB in the school; and which has to be visible in the headmaster’s bookcase when he does Zoom meetings.”


A clown from a travelling circus who manages to get gigs as an Ofsted inspector whenever his circus is in a town and a regular inspector calls in sick told Newsbiscuit he agrees with teachers’ concerns.


“When I’ve had to inspect public schools where they teach oratory, and the wheels fall off my car in the school car park, they always put it down to shoddy workmanship by the working classes, adding it’s why Britain needs Conservative government. When the wheels fall off my car in state schools, the kids just ask if I’m part of the government and it encourages the rest to say “Why don’t you f*ck off you red nose c*nt”


The clown inspector added that Ofsted says in its inspector manual, that kids need to be seen and not heard, adding it will only create problems when they’re hungry, or wondering how oratory skills will assist their career chances when they ask customers if they want fries with that.


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Foreign-o-phobia, the shunning of anything European with flavour, coupled with a war-time-style economic implosion, has granted Brits the opportunity to experience empty-shelf bliss.


In response to Take Back Control (TBC) regulations, supermarkets across the nation have ditched absent fresh produce in favour of the wonderfully bland and preserved cuisine our grandparents enjoyed.


Brexit Benefit Lobbyist, Melvin Dust, proudly showed some shufflers around the UK's flagship TBC Supermarket in Slough. 'Our top marketeers have cleverly expanded the aisle no one ever went near, to every other part of the store. Naturally, we have spruced up the branding with the Brown Rosette Logo, and labelled the entire range of food available throughout as 'Pantryfare'.


'As you enter the store, gone are those ghastly foreign fresh fruit and vegetables with all their vibrant colour and nutrients. In their place are tins of Processed Peas Mixed With Broad Beans. You know where you are with beige and grey.


'Those in search of something special, perhaps during the Christmas season, will happen upon an exclusive little bucket from which to pluck Pickled Artichoke Anuses.


'Where you might've found the butcher and fresh meat aisles, this area is now brimming with 12 varieties of Spam, Corned Beef Pre-treated With Salad Cream, Brain's Faggots, and massive jars of Tripe.


'The next 14 aisles contain tins of Unspecified Mushed Fish, Slimy Whole Raw Chickens in cans, and Angel Delight.


'All baked goods are now replaced with shiny-coated Harvest Festival Bread, for display purposes only. And where the delicatessen counter was, you'll find premium priced items like Bramble Bush Thorn Jelly, Sprout Syrup, and Whelks in Whelk Juice.


'Breakfasts, snacking & grazing, and desserts have all been simplified into one handy shelf of Spreading Pig-Treacle. Cleaning products are all replaced with Prune Juice. And since medicines have become unavailable, that whole section is just Vinegar and Brown Paper.


'Ah, now this is our most glorious innovation. We've worked tirelessly on this and called it the Lucky Dip Barrel. It's all novelty pots containing 'Extract of Something'.


'And finally, we come to everyone's favourite part of the store, the alcohol section. Drink it in, my friend... it's wall-to-wall Nettle Wine.'


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Diners at a Liverpool Street bistro looked on in utter disbelief as a good vet got a plate of lamb cutlets back on its feet again.


Hedge Fund Investor, Tim Shannon, ordered Cannon of Lamb cooked medium-rare. He said: ‘I'm not squeamish but when it came it was almost swimming in blood. I mentioned to my colleague “a good vet could get that back on its feet again" and with that all hell broke loose.


‘Some chap shouts out, "stand back, I’m a vet!” He then shoos us away from our table and erects a makeshift screen around it using a few tablecloths.


‘We hear a bit of puffing and panting, then to everyone’s amazement a bleating sound. Next thing we see is the chap emerging from behind the screen carrying this beautiful fluffy lamb.’


Restaurant Proprietor, Gyles Pettigrew, told reporters. ‘It was amazing and publicity has done us no harm.'


When asked how the lamb was doing after the ordeal, Pettigrew added: 'Oh, the little fellow is just fine. He’s out the back in the freezer preparing to guest star in Wednesday's Gourmet Evening.'


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