BREAKING : Signs of imminent lockdown after Downing Street advertises for private “Party Planner”

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS : GREAT NEWS FOR THE STRUGGLING ENTERTAINMENT AND HOSPITALITY INDUSTRY IN ENGLAND TODAY after 10 Downing Street advertised overnight for an official Party Planner.

The position which has a start date of “Sometime in the coming week or two” brings with it an impressive salary and raft of benefits and the chance to “polish your reputation as the go to person in England to organise a secret balls [up]”.

But critics of the decision have rounded on 10 Downing Street and said that the pay on offer is too high. Although they were happy overall with the decision as “laughing in the face of the populace is a necessary function of Johnson’s style of government”.

“£140K a year to work for the Johnson’s?” one Tory backbencher commented. “By the time you’re through you’ll be as credible as Stratton. It’s essentially an advertisement to sacrifice your dignity and credibility. Why am I only paid £80K to do it when I have to work five days some weeks? This is a slap in the face with a wet party popper to Tory MPs who sacrifice their integrity for tens of thousands of pounds less each year. Either we get an invitation to the parties during the next lockdown or a pay bump. It’s one or the other. The Prime Minister must decide or we’ll claim to set up a research group and milk the public purse to fund it.”

But supporters of the Prime Minister have claimed the new role must be filled immediately as he’s “screwed the pooch so thoroughly again” when it comes to the pandemic.

“Herd immunity via natural infection is still the bedrock of England’s pandemic policy,” one noted. “It’s hardly something to party over. The NHS is yet to collapse under the strain because old Bojo doesn’t have the guts to push through. He pulls out each time, which is not what we expect of him given his personal history. Ask any of his girlfriends or mistresses.”

UK to move to a points based human rights system

TAKING BACK CONTROL OF OUR HUMAN RIGHTS: Home Secretary Priti Patel is thinking about the best way to uncouple human rights from the wicked EU. The European Convention on Human Rights must be abandoned, simply because it contains the word ‘European’. 

In its place, she is proposing a points based human rights system. The more points you get, the more human rights you are entitled to. 

Points will be awarded, or deducted, according to criteria drawn up by Patel herself. The whole system will, of course, be means tested. 

“It’s only fair,” said Patel minion Ozzie Rules. “People without sufficient means will not be entitled to claim rights, you don’t get something for nothing round here!” 

Rules disclosed that points could be earned on the basis of income, history of  right wing activism, and level of donations to the Conservative Party. Conversely, points would be lost for regional accents, having brown skin, and undisguised intellectual and cognitive ability. 

“This is all part of our levelling up strategy,” boasted Rules. “Rights must be earned, not assumed. Britain has been a soft touch for too long. You cannot simply enter British waters and expect to be treated as a human. The same applies if you’re from The North, which means outside the M25. There will be exceptions, for example if you fall into the ‘Rich as Rishi’ bracket.”

There is a special category for EU nationals living in the UK. They will automatically accrue minus infinity human rights points, meaning they may be herded on to flimsy boats and pushed out to sea by Border Force officials. 

The right to work for a decent wage may be earned. Official estimates show that only 60 years of unpaid work may be needed. Extra points may be earned by doffing your cap to your liege lord. 

Resistance is feudal! I mean, futile! 

Now is not the time to change Prime Minister, says Boris Johnson

CHANGE TOMORROW, CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT NEVER CHANGE TODAY: It’s time to move on. No, not Boris Johnson, but all this talk about him being obliged to resign as Crime Minister.

The charge sheet against Johnson is truly world beating. Botched Brexit deal, inadequate and negligent covid response, breaking the rules, lying, permitting shit in rivers, changing the rules to exonerate a guilty MP, and of course a hundred crimes against fashion. But the work must still get done, and Boris Johnson is the man to ignore it. “I can’t step down now, I’m in the middle of Prime Ministering,” is the official line.

“I see no reason to even suggest this,” said the man himself, in a remarkable five seconds of relative lucidity. “Do you not realise, ipso facto, yes, yes, yes, no, well, of course, that the suggestion is, erm, erm, erm, ridiculous, I’m sorry if you feel that my performance is not up to your Woke expectations, semper eadem, wiff waff, pull the other one, West Ham United nil.”

That clarifies matters enormously.

“Now is not the time!” thundered Johnson decisively, reaching for a go-to catchphrase. “You don’t change urinals mid-stream, if you cut off one head another always grows backwards, never make a promise to a filly that you intend to keep! I will see this job through if it kills you!”

He has a point, though quite what this point is seems to elude him.

Who would we get if Johnson did go? Billionaire man-of-the-people Sunak? Gove, the eternal Brutus? Or the latest pork market-fancying empty vessel, Truss? The lack of depth in the cabinet is truly world beating.

It is possible that Johnson has accidentally reversed into the truth. Maybe now is not the time. Maybe he should be given enough rope, so that he will metaphorically hang himself.

And then we can hang him out to dry.

BREAKING : Boris Johnson to re-announce plans for a bridge to Northern Ireland at midday

LOOK INTO MY EYES : THE UK’S WORLD BEATING Prime Minister Boris Johnson is to “set eyes swivelling” at midday today with the announcement of a major new infrastructure programme.

As the nation stops for lunch Mr Johnson will be beamed into homes from 10 Downing Street with a gravy stain carefully positioned on his crumpled white shirt.

“We’re not yet clear if the sleeves will be rolled up or a creased and incorrectly sized, ill-fitting suit jacket worn for the broadcast,” a 10 Downing Street source told LCD Views. “But the message will be vintage Johnson. His hair is being prepared as we speak and a dollop of cranberry sauce smeared across a nearby rug to get social media theorising about bloodstains and spread the message.”

The timing of the re-announcement of the intention to construct a bridge between Scotland and Ireland has some Tory backbenchers nervous though. And not because their chums will get the cash for the latest feasibility study.

“Some are saying that he’s out of ideas. The the timing of the re-announcement of an already binned, fantastical bridge project is just to distract from the fact we’re still pursuing herd immunity via natural infection and the NHS is about to collapse. Nothing could be further from the truth. The PM is a dreamer. This is a dream. Admittedly it now feels decidedly feverish.”

The broadcast is thought to be part of an “image reset” as Mr Johnson seeks to get news of a “bacchanalian orgy of classical proportions” held at 10 Downing Street last Christmas off the front pages.

“This will get everyone going,” the source enthuses. “Just don’t think about all the dead people because Johnson couldn’t be arsed to have an argument with some sociopathic Tory MPs who think face masks are an affront to their liberty. Conservative MPs must be free to indirectly kill constituents with sociopathic policy or what’s the point of being in government?”

A date for the construction of the bridge hasn’t been decided, but the destination is obvious already.

“Nowhere. That’s where the bridge is going.”

BUY NOW : Box set of PM’s TV speeches includes bonus content of 2020 Xmas Parties!

EVERYONE HAS A PRICE SOME ARE JUST CHEAPER THAN OTHERS : Great news for people struggling to find that perfect gift for that special someone who already has everything. 10 Downing Street Productions have released a BOX SET of PRIME MINISTER BORIS de WAFFLE JOHNSON’s pre-recorded speeches in time for Christmas.

“As the possibility of a Christmas lockdown grows stronger now is the time to stock up on things to watch alone, or with the only other person you dare be in close contract with,” a 10 Downing Street Productions spokesman advises.

“Our new BOX SET of the PM’s pre-recorded speeches will see you through the dark days as you desperately long for spring time. Every episode comes re-edited to give Johnson the panache he lacks. We’ve even bought the rights to the Benny Hill theme song and you can listen along as he waffles and rambles. Each and every day will seem like the rest of your life.”

Orders are expected to exceed demand so be sure to order TODAY in order to receive your box set sometime after the 25th of December.

“We’ve added bonus content of 2020’s No 10 pandemic rule breaking Christmas parties,” the spokesman advises. “Why not buy one for any senior Met officer in your life? All the evidence they’ll ever need to not pursue an investigation with because of who the rule breakers are. Just the look on their faces when they tear off the wrapping paper will make it worth the cost.”

The box set also neatly catalogues the changing staff at 10 Downing Street as one by one aides and advisers are thrown under the bus to save Mr Johnson’s skin.

“We’ve taken the time to make a collage for the cover art and included postcards inside of key moments in Mr Johnson’s premiership. Do you want to hold a postcard of Dom in the Rose Garden defending his Barnard Castle trip? Maybe Allegra Stratton the moment she realises just how Faustian was her pact? Or Raab staring at a sign saying ‘Beach Closed’. It’s in inside along with hours of pre-recorded video because no one anymore trusts Mr Johnson to give a coherent message if he’s not properly leashed.”

BUY YOUR OWN COLLECTION OF BORIS JOHNSON SPEECHES NOW TO ENSURE DISAPPOINTMENT THIS CHRISTMAS! *recommended retail price of ‘your country’s self-esteem’ is non-negotiable.

The Great British Potato War – 2.0 Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Often Hurts A Lot

2.0 Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Often Hurts A Lot

Mrs French and Cyclops stood on the patriot’s pavement. Private French and the conscripts were gone. They were in the future now. Would they come home again? Mrs French did not know. Did not know if she wanted them too. She was so furious at them leaving.

“Get War Done!” Cyclops shouted. A gust of wind blew a leaf against his face. It stuck there. He giggled.

Mrs French smiled, if a thin drawing out of the lips and breathing through her teeth could be a smile.

“Did you see the way Private French thrust his stick into the air and twirled it like a cheerleader?” Cyclops gushed. “Control British Fish!”

“It was a stirring sight,” Mrs French agreed.

Mark’s marching feet weren’t in time with each other, let alone the lads around him, but the Churchill radios compensated by blasting out a recording of feet that were.

A cold wind blew as the patriots grew small in the distance. A dog howled. A woman was heard weeping quietly. A thousand children cried out as one in terror and then a voice boomed “CUT THE SIGNAL. It’s the wrong track on the radio. CUT THE SIGNAL!” and momentarily the Churchills fell silent.

“It’s not an omen,” Mrs French muttered. “It’s not.”

“They were a rag tag bunch Mrs French,” Cyclops grinned. He was shivering a little. Goosebumps on his scrawny legs. He mocked marching back and forth to warm up. Marched until Mrs French gave him a playful clip around the ear.

“Knock that off or some nosey parker will report you to the secret police,” she advised, pulling him close, into a hug.

“Now, what do you want to do first?” she asked.

“I was going to take first watch on Private French’s barricade.”

“You’re a good boy Cyclops. A good boy.” She gave him a squeeze. “How about we go and thrash the bigger boys for stealing your chocolate instead? Then you and me have a slap up dinner?”

Cyclops wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back as hard as he could. Mrs French wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought she heard him sniffling. Then his little, bony body heaved up and down and she was sure.

“Don’t worry about old Mark. The devil takes care of his own.”

“I’m not worried about Mr French,” Cyclops managed. “I don’t know the last time my mother hugged me.”

“Now. Now. I’m sure that’s not true.”

“How could she hug me?”

“Cyclops! You’re a smashing lad. I’d be proud to call you my own.”

“No. She’s in a re-education camp. She smashed our Churchill up with a brick on Land of Hope and Glory Day. She’s been gone for months.”

“Well, who’s been looking after you?”

“You, most days.”

Mrs French burst into tears. She knelt down on the pavement and fiercely hugged Cyclops.

“You silly boy. If I’d have known…”

“I was told I couldn’t tell anyone or I would be thrown out of Raylee. My mother has shamed us. I’m a rotten egg from a bad hen.”

Mrs French pulled back and cupped his wet face in her slab hands. They looked into one another’s eyes. It was not clear whose tears were fatter.

“I didn’t think Mr French would let me visit if he knew. The only reason it wasn’t in the paper is because my mother once had lunch with the second cousin twice removed of the Propaganda Minister.”

Mrs French shook her head and gave Cyclops another squeeze. She worried if she was in danger herself? To be seen in public with the child of traitors?

“Come on,” she extended her hand. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up. Afterwards we’ll have supper. You can stay with me now.”

Cyclops snorted up his snot and wiped the back of his nose with his torn sleeve. He took Mrs French’s hand with his own. She didn’t care that it was covered in snot.

“I’ve been saving some food in case the war goes badly,” she said in a hush. “I’m going to feed you until you burst.”

“But what about thrashing the bigger boys?”

“We’ll do that tomorrow. It will be cracking sport. They’ll have forgotten all about bullying you and it won’t half come as a surprise!”

They laughed and hurried on. Forgetting that most of the bigger boys were now in the army.

“Can we skip to your house?” Cyclops asked.

“I don’t see why not!”

Mrs French burst into a skip, still holding Cyclop’s hand and pulled him clean off his feet. After, when she had picked him up and dusted him down, they tried skipping again.

“One…two…three…”

“Christmas Party Twister game did not break social distancing rules” – Downing Street

LISTING TO PORT : Downing Street has moved to get ahead of the latest “party party party” leaks aimed at politically destroying Boris Johnson, now that he has served his time as front man and been moved to the new category of “sacrificial boar”, in order to make way for the premiership of Jeremy Hunt.

“The rules allowed for games of Twister with multiple households,” a 10 Downing Street spokesperson said, although they wouldn’t show their face. Presumably because of the entirely foreseeable end to Allegra Stratton’s career and reputation. “The Prime Minister and his friends adhered to the rules at all times by being completely plastered on donated Bollinger before the game commenced.”

The news that games of Twister with multiple households were in the pandemic rulebook for Christmas 2020 will come as a surprise to many. But only until they understand that for Britain’s ruling political elite the rules can be rewritten and applied retrospectively to excuse “perfectly acceptable indiscretions, double standards and blatant hypocrisy”.

Whether or not the clarity will protect the beleaguered Prime Minister remains to be seen with consistent polling now screaming he is “stuffed”.

“We can expect any number of slow witted Tory MPs to now tweet in support of the Prime Minister and what is said to have been a bally good time rolling around with the fillies between colourful circles on the floor,” the spokesperson added. “Even if hundreds of people were dying daily because the same MPs could not be bothered to fulfil the most important responsibility of being a representative. It’s the peoples’ fault. The signs that the government wasn’t going to protect them when profits were there to be made were visible from the start. It’s all about personal responsibility.”

Although the criticism will come thick and fast over the content of the latest leaks, people are asked to pause for a moment and consider the choice of Twister was sound, given that Mr Johnson has been labelled “a shape shifting truth twister”.

More leaks are anticipated until Mr Johnson finally gets the message and fucks off.

BREAKING : Boris Johnson claims he never wanted to be Prime Minister

BREAKING BORIS JOHNSON : The UK’s outgoing Prime Minister, Alexander Boris de Man of the Pfeffel Johnson, has given a candid and entirely invented interview in which he opened up about his job.

“All my life I’ve focused on my career and neglected my family,” he told a sympathetic reporter. “This has led to me accumulating many families and a very successful career. Moving on each time after creating a disaster. It’s been a hoot. But where to now?”

Where to now is a good question as it is clear the men in grey suits will soon be inviting the shambolic god of kakistocracy to depart the famous Downing Street address.

“You know they’ll put some smiling assassin in after me?” Mr Johnson asked. “Someone like Hunt. He will present himself as a measured and stable hand come to rebuild after the chaos of me has been discarded. To be fair that is probably what is required to complete the liquidation of the assets of ordinary hard working British men and women. The US private health interests are impatient.”

But what about Mr Johnson himself? Could he not take up bricklaying or painting like his idol Winston Churchill? Maybe pen a giant, multi-volume history of the British people?

“I’ll pretend to do some of that for photoshoots, but mostly I’ll just get hammered and chase tail,” the PM confessed.

“To be fair I never wanted this job to begin with,” he added, “I never wanted to be Prime Minister. I wanted to be World King. I appear to have over estimated the UK’s importance and then reduced it significantly. I think I gave up the wrong passport! Ha!”

Will he be having a leaving party? Perhaps some drinks?

“Yes. But only after I’ve banned the plebs from doing it on pain of £10,000 fines. It maybe my last act of government.”

Dido Harding assigned to Track and Trace Number 10 party goers

THERE’S NO PARTY LIKE A DOWNING STREET PARTY: The government has proposed an elegant solution to the mystery of the phantom Number Ten parties. Like a bloodhound on the scent, the phenomenal Dido Harding has been assigned to Track and Trace every single illicit party goer.

It’s going to take time. A whole lot of precious time. It’s going to take money and time to do it right. A detective fund has been set up to enable this vital work to commence. The first purchase from this modest sum of £37bn is, of course, an obsolete Excel spreadsheet.

“Finding a piece of heritage software that actually works is difficult,” explained sacrificial lamb Allegra Austin. “Finding one that doesn’t work is even harder. It is essential that this vital piece of kit is in place before we fire up the good old ZX81. It takes a week to load the program from the old cassette tape, that’s if someone hasn’t recorded Wham’s Greatest Hits over the top of it again.”

There is a great deal of work that must be done. First, Harding and her family must obtain mansions in the countryside for herself and every member of her family. Then consultants must be called in to state the bleedin’ obvious for an eye-watering fee. Finally, after many “business meetings” with cheese and wine and music and party games, the work may be contracted out. 

“Within a few years, we may be in a position to requisition the police logs detailing who was in and out of Number Ten on the relevant dates,” said Austin. “These names will be entered on the spreadsheet and cross-referenced with the famous Taboo List of non-prosecutable individuals. Ultimately, if someone who was present, not on the Taboo List, and no longer living is discovered, then they will be scapegoated and the matter closed. This is normal government procedure, and anyone who questions it will have their citizenship removed.”

With Harding’s track record, what could possibly go wrong?

Boris Johnson to dress up as Father Christmas and give everyone a virus

HO HO HO : Outgoing British Prime Minister Boris Johnson is reported to be ready to “make amends” to the country for parties that happened at 10 Downing Street last Christmas while the country’s plebs were ravaged by an out of control pandemic.

“He’s going to dig deep into his dressing up box and find a seasonal outfit,” a 10 Downing Street source told LCD Views. “He’s going in further than ever before. He’s going right to the bottom of the barrel and he’s going to scrape it until he comes up as Father Christmas.”

The decision to dress seasonally will be a surprise to the country as he normally just “blindfolds himself and picks out an outfit at random”. This time he’s actually thought about what to wear rather than “surprise himself and have aides sort out the details of a walkabout”.

A mass of photographers will be on hand as Mr Johnson emerges ruddy cheeked from the doors of 10 Downing Street with a big white beard “hastily stuck on and hanging half off his chin for the amusement of onlookers”.

“He will go on a national tour and give something special to everyone,” the aide beams. “If you haven’t had the virus yet you will after a visit from the PM!”

The visit will start at the nation’s primary schools so children can “take that little something special home to their parents”.

“No one knows what variant they’ll get from the Prime Minister which is what makes this Christmas so special.”

Critics have rounded on the decision though and decried the lack of novelty.

“There’s nothing new happening here,” one said. “He dresses up as a twat daily anyway and the pandemic policy is to let it rip until everyone in the country catches it. What difference does it make if he dresses up as Father Christmas?”

Downing Street has dismissed the criticism though and said the PM will “shake hands with everybody until they’re too sick to do anything about it.”