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With Rishi Sunak poised to become the new prime minister, which is what would have happened 6 weeks ago anyway if the fate of the country hadn’t been left in the hands of a deluded minority of rabid gammons, the 1922 Committee have reached out to Men in Black agents to ask for their help in making the electorate forget that the whole Liz Truss debacle ever happened, an anonymous source confirmed. Their plan to deploy a memory erasing ray on the nation was thwarted however, when a representative from Men in Black informed the Committee that unfortunately, there is not a neuralyzer in existence powerful enough to block out the catalogue of catastrophic cock ups that have occurred over past month and a half, nor will one ever be invented in future.


The Downing Street source went on to explain, “The Committee were told that whilst neuralyzers work fine for wiping out memories about trivial things such as alien invasions, they simply aren’t designed to cope with the magnitude of Liz Truss sending a meteorite crashing into the UK economy. Something to do with the cosmic ripples being too strong apparently.”


The 1922 Committee are now said to be exploring other options, including beating themselves over the head repeatedly with their briefcases until they lose consciousness, and harnessing the power of collective denial. One member was reportedly seen wandering aimlessly around the House of Commons in a semi-concussed state and was overheard saying to confused bystanders, “Damn good job Rishi is doing, so glad the Tory members voted for him to replace Boris instead of that stupid woman –what was she called….Lisa something…?”, before running into the nearest gents and stuffing his head down the toilet.





First published 25 Oct 2022


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Our in house artist has provided this image of Postman Pat's cat and a crosshead screwdriver.
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Recent calls for the resignation of Jess Phillips have drowned out past calls for her resignation and a general sense of déjà vu. It's not so much that she needs sacking, it's just that her being a Minister is so damn weird.


Said one voter,  'Do we need a reason to get rid of her? Oh, okay. How about -  because she is a hypocritical performative narcissist. No? You want more? How about - she is incompetent and traitorous. Er, you still want more? Um...well...she cheats at Monopoly. Actually, that last one may be a fib.'


No.10 explained their strategy. 'If we sack her now, then we'll have nothing to look forward to later.'



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Betfred are willing to dispose of thousands of innocent employees if the government fails to drop their massive, unrealistic, excessive tax on their massive, unrealistic, excessive profits.


The terrorist leader, billionaire owner Fred, made demands on a news broadcast, saying they would have to get rid of the 7,500 hostages if the government implements their proposed gambling tax. 'We will 'retire' a hostage, every hour, on the hour, until our requirements are met. Once the guarantees are confirmed, I will leave. No, I don’t need a helicopter, I’ve already got one.


'We just want a free betting environment,' he continued. 'We are not violent extremists, more like freespin fighters. The oppressive Labour regime is committing atrocities on our profits. If they don’t want to see bodies out on the streets, then they must give us access to our God given obscene bonuses.'


Fred, AKA Freddy the Weasel, Whiney Fred and Freddie Two-Yachts, was calling from an undisclosed location, but probably his £7.5million house in Manchester, or his Lake District mansion, or his property in the South of France.


The authorities are suspicious of a new insurance policy taken out by Fred’s brother, 'Honest' Pete, on all 1,287 Betfred shops. A source known as Lucky Argyle has heard rumours that they all are going to explode during the hostage release, and the police will spend months sifting through rubble, and by the time they figure out what went wrong, Fred and Pete be sitting on a beach, earning twenty percent. The classic Die Hard plan.


As usual, Sir Keir Starmer just wanted all the sausages to be released, unburnt.



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