May proposes creation of far-right European “super state”

British prime minister Theresa May travelled to the Austrian capital Vienna Friday in an effort to gain the support of far right Austrian chancellor Sebastian Kurz for a revised version of her Chequers Brexit plan, following the summary rejection of the original version by the EU’s chief negotiator Michel Barnier.

A spokesmann for 10 Downing Strasse confirmed that under the new revised plan, instead of leaving the EU, as was previously proposed under Brexit, Britain, or specifically England, will instead head a new coalition of far right European States to be called “Größeres Europa”.

The new entity will be governed not by the democratically elected European parliament in Brussels, but by a small clique of like minded übermensch, und wömensch in some really nicely tailored uniforms from a small chalet in the Austrian alps, he explained.

“Zis iz ze plan. Ze volk have spolken,” he punned, clicking his heels together, and purposefully holding down his right arm with his left.

With the two leaders locked in delicate talks over which one of them will get to invade Poland and establish “work camps”  for “auslander” and untermensch from outside the new union, a spokeswoman for Kurz, Anna Scluss confirmed that the Austrian leader was fully in support of the plan.

“Wir vorseehen ein glorious future. Tomorrow belongen to UNS!” she shouted.

Emerging from her meeting resplendent in a tasteful grey matching jacket and skirt, trimmed with highly fashionable deaths heads and lightning flashes, together with matching patent leather jackboots. May was equally upbeat.

“Ein Raab, ein Volk, Ein Brexit Mainz Brexit,” she roared, goose stepping round Vienna’s main square, Stephansplatz whilst explaining to confused observers that “ze final solution” for the Irish border problem is to subsume the formerly independent Irish republic into her new “Größeres Europa”, fascist state.

“Kein borders, kein problem – es ist zat simplische,” she spat, lapsing momentarily out of her Boy’s Own Annual German back into English to explain:

“A single European state, with no internal borders, ruled centrally by a clique of unelected, swivel eyed, right wing dictators – so simple you have to wonder why no one thought of it before,” she beamed munificently.

UK to fight next European war against itself while Europe watches

World War Three is almost upon us. The signs are all present: a government out of control, the press propagating propaganda, and stockpiling food.

The only difference this time is that the aggressor is not the Germans. The UK is going, gloriously, to war against the UK.

The traitors, saboteurs and enemies of the people will line up against the moderates who would rather stay in the EU.

People holidaying on beaches are preparing to fight for the right to erect a blue flag.

A flotilla of lilos and other inflatables is being prepared to rescue valiant Tommy Robinson supporters from the sandbanks, cut off by the rising tide.

Ration books are being produced, secretly, on the cheap in France. They will serve no valid purpose, but will raise morale by having blue covers.

The cry of “Dig For Britain!” has gone up. This means trendy people in London will be able to harvest their own avocados by the time other food supplies are cut off next March.

Meanwhile in mainland Europe, amusement reigns. “Ve vill vatch vhile zey beat zemselves up,” said Hans Together, rubbing his palms. “And none of ze scheisse about ze Chermans putting towels down!”

“Eet ees, ‘ow you say, ‘ilarious,” agreed Cherie Picking. “‘op off, you rosbifs! And ’ands off le vin blanc and le Camembert!”

Hard cheese for the valiant Brits in their uncivil war is the message from Europe, it seems and only the devotees of the cult of Farage are surprised.

The BBC is doing its bit for the war effort. It is producing a special edition of Casualty, in which the patient is the truth.

The death penalty is being brought back, for “people we don’t like,” according to a government spokesman. People are rejoicing as traditional trades, like constructing gallows, return.

So the Wars of the Passports are due to kick off. It’s burgundy versus blue. Sharpen your rhetoric and polish your speeches. Don’t forget your tinfoil hats!

Arsonist says people should take reassurance and comfort in plan to put sand in red bucket labelled ‘FIRE’

An arsonist has spoken out today to allay concerns that burning the entire country to the ground for the profit of an internationalist clique of kleptocrats and neocons may cause a few issues, not least with housing stocks, by saying a contingency to fight the fire they have started is being put in place.

“People should take reassurance and comfort in my plan to put sand in a red bucket and label it ‘FIRE’,” the firestarter commented,

“also in the irony that the tin foil hat brigade who have said there is an international conspiracy to take over the world and subvert western democracy may finally have been proven correct. Which is nice. Even if the conspirators are different to those usually listed. Wish fulfilment is lovely. It’s what I strive for daily.”

The fire safety measure, labelled ‘Bucket of sand’, will see one red bucket labelled ‘FIRE’ placed on a sandy beach somewhere in the U.K., so it can easily be refilled after use.

”There is absolutely nothing to worry about,” the arsonist said, while idly striking matches along a match box and flicking them at pieces of paper with ‘rights’ scrawled across them.

”Food supplies. Medicine. Utilities and transport maybe affected by the blazing inferno that I am helping fan across our United Kingdom, but there is nothing to worry about. Bucket means bucket.”

Asked if there were additional measures people could take if they were worried about the flames now consuming centuries of progress concerning representative democracy, the arsonist had some neat advice.

”Go and stand by the red bucket full of sand labelled fire.”

And then what?

”Stick your head in it,” she smiled, “if enough people continue to do just that it will ensure we make a success of Brexit.”

Celebrity Chefs race to publish first post Brexit cookbook

Celebrity chefs up and down the country are rushing to publish cook books focusing on post-Brexit budget cooking, in time for the Christmas market,  LCD Views can reveal.

According to information passed to LCD Views’ gastronomy correspondent, Gaz Patchio, those racing to cash in on the predicted post Brexit demand for austerity cuisine include TV chefs, Delia Smith, Jamie Oliver and Nigella Lawson as well as late lamented globe totting soused chef Keith Floyd.

A representative for Delia Smith confirmed that the much loved septuagenarian, billionaire football club owner is preparing a book entitled “A Feast for Brexit”, that will focus on the absolute basics required to survive in a country ravaged by food shortages, rationing, riots, famine, plague and starvation.

“She is preparing step by step guides to preparing such survival staples as Stone Soup, Hard Tack, Iron Rations, Ship’s Biscuit and Porridge, as well as new “economy” twists on green salad – made with grass and leaves, “Bread and Butter Pudding” – made without bread or butter, “Beef Wellington”, without the beef but with real wellingtons, and of course “Eggs over Easy”, which trust me, without the eggs is an absolute doddle to prepare,” she explained.

“Obviously in post-Brexit Britain meat will be at a premium so the only meat recipes included are those using animals we believe housewives will be able to forage for themselves such as “Toad in the Hole” – made with real toads, “Hot Dogs” – using parts of real dogs, and pies made from four and twenty blackbirds,” she added explaining that there would of course be a measurements guide to help scale down volumes as starvation kicks in and families become smaller.

Commenting on Oliver’s latest literary plans one of “Jamie’s people” commented: “Gor blimey, wicked, pukka innit, lovely jubbly, nice pressie…” before being summarily sacked.

A spokesman for Nigella Lawson confirmed that her new book, “Nigella’s Red, White and Blue Brexit Feast” will include some recipes aimed at lower budgets but will primarily focus on making the best of new ingredients that become available.

“She has already created quite a splash inviting British cooks to dive in at the deep end with her much publicised “Chicken Swimming Pool”, recipe using chlorinated factory chicken from the US, and its more upmarket variant “Chicken Lido”, but she felt it was time to air some new recipes, in time for Christmas” he said.

Central to the new book will be a complete guide to preparing the ideal spread for the festive season.

“Frankly everyone is a bit tired of chomping on boring old turkey for days, so why not splash out and chomp down IN Turkey for days – you’d be surprised how cheap it is to rent a private jet for the flight out, and villas on the Turkish Riviera are very reasonable out of season,” he smirked, pointing out that as a net food exporter Turkey won’t be suffering any post Brexit shortages.

A suggestion eagerly seconded by pukka tucker maker Oliver who pointed that if post Brexit food prices soar too high, starving Brits could do worse than fly themselves off to the med coast where they can feast on fresh cheap produce in abundance.

“Assuming post Brexit, the EU will give them a visa,” he accepted.

Questioned by reporters as to whether their rush to cash in on post Brexit food shortages might not be seen as being “in bad taste” and whether they might want to help their starving country folk by donating to food banks or helping out at “soup kitchens” all were in agreement.

“As a practising Catholic and labour voter, of course I believe strongly in the importance of charity but I’ve already donated a whole loaf and two fishes to my local food bank and if they can’t make that go round, well the people have spoken,” explained Delia.

Jamie Oliver too was quick to point out the sterling work he has already put in banging on about healthy diets for kids in a whole list of sponsorship and promotion deals and of course through his million selling cookbooks.

“Get in there with yer bookshop, whack it on the counter, a quick drizzle of Visa and a dash of PIN – sorted,” he smiled.

Nigella for her part pointed out that as the daughter of former conservative chancellor Nigel Lawson, famed for his tax cuts for the rich and budgetary austerity, the idea of giving away, money, food or even time to the poor was completely anathema to her.

“We must all make the best of what we have, and people should learn to help themselves,” she said, adding that of course she didn’t mean help themselves from supermarket shelves, because they would of course already have been long emptied.

The final word on post Brexit culinary austerity though, comes from late lamented globe trotting gastronome and TV star, Keith Floyd, included for the sole reason that being long dead he can’t sue for libel.

“I think Jonathan Swift perfectly outlined the options for the poor in his famous essay, “A Modest Proposal”,” he explained, quoting from memory:

“A young healthy child well nursed, is, at a year old, a most delicious nourishing and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee, or a ragout.”

“Although obviously some juicy red onions and fresh plum tomatoes diced and fried with generous handfulls of fresh herbs and the juice of a lime wouldn’t go amiss,” he snorted, reaching for the bucket of red wine.

 

Dominic Raab promoted to Minister for Adequate Stockpiling

The man nominally in charge at the DExEU now has extra responsibilities. One, obviously, is accumulating moderate amounts of food in the increasingly likely instance of a no deal Brexit.

It takes a small amount of judgement to decide what passes as ‘adequate’, but any old fool can stockpile groceries. Raab is ideally qualified.

He is also charged with doing an outstandingly poor job in order to make his predecessor seem competent.

Any old fool can also make David Davis look like a lazy, over-promoted buffoon. This, by way of contrast, makes Raab’s job almost impossible.

Raab, however, has already made an outstanding start. In issuing empty threats to the EU and having his role as chief negotiator taken away from him, Davis’ old dunce’s cap is fitting very nicely. And if the cap fits…

“Dominic hash filled my clown shoes admirably,” Davis hiccupped from amidst a pile of empty bottles in a wine cellar somewhere in France.

“I pulled rank by losing rank to make a more junior Tory look like a fucking idiot and make myself look good.”

Davis paused to knock back another bottle.

“Tell young Dominic it’sh a job for life,” he slurred, gesticulating vaguely.

“Eashy peashy. Shit around doing shod all and shounding shtrong. Shtrong and shtable.”

He collapsed gently, lovingly caressing his bottle.

“Shtrong and shtable, shtrong and shtable!”

Back at the Department for Exiting The Department for Exiting the EU, Raab was glowing with pride.

“Look!” he said, pointing to a selection of shopping bags.

“I’ve been shopping! Who knew that Tesco had shops in London? And it’s so much cheaper than Harrod’s! Did you know they do baked beans with sausages in? It’s a whole new world!”

“It will make the budget stretch that much further, Raab continued.

“Every little helps. I need enough food to last 50 years. This is going to be easy!”

And with that, he summoned the departmental limo to take him to the nearest Aldi.

The government advises everyone to go out panic buying so they can get a feel for Brexit Britain even before the glorious reality happens.

Supermarket day trading records smashed as public react to government promise food supplies will be ‘strong and stable’

The value of one pot noodle (unopened, mint condition) soared today as frenetic trading occurred in the aisles of the United Kingdom’s major supermarkets, smashing one day trading records for major supermarkets.

“Theresa Maybe went onto the tele and said food supplies would be strong and stable in the event of a no deal Brexit,” supermarket analyst Mister Supermarket told our groceries and sundries correspondent,

“following on from that plank Raab saying stockpiled supplies would be adequate, well, it was a red rag to a angry bull. I mean, can you name me one thing this Conservative administration has not completely balls-ed up in it’s time in office? One thing?

“No. I didn’t think so. If you think they’re going to make sure you have food and medicine after they succeed in smashing every single trading link we have with the world, well, I’ve a famous bridge to sell you.”

It seems long life and easy storage were the key phrases as first the noodles, then the rice and later just as many bags of sugar as people could carry, were ferried out of the stores in anticipation of the sort of mass chaos a global conflict can only visit on a developed nation.

“Trading in honey was particularly strong,” Mister Supermarket said, “as early adopters of the bull strategy in long life grocery commodities snapped up the jars and easy squeeze plastic bottles, before selling them on secondary exchanges.”

But the pot noodle was the clear prize and any supermarket with boxes in reserve cleaned up.

“Everyone loves some noodles,” our correspondent said, “and when all you need to do to preserve the commodity is keep it out of the reach of your children, well, a cupboard with a lock and you’re sitting on a runaway stock. The key problem faced by the sharp traders will be whether or not to sell the pot for a massive gain or hold onto it so they have something to fucking eat next year.”

U.K. government diagnosed with dancing sickness

Forget those fears of staying awake at night with a growling and hungry stomach as Dominic Raab MP has today confirmed that HMG is going to stockpile food for No Deal Brexit.

”Well, private companies will be paid to do it,” Raab clarified, “I wouldn’t trust us to do it! You’ll all starve. We’re definitely doing this. Well they are. Never miss a chance to move public money to private coffers. Words to govern by. We can’t even tell you why we’re doing this Brexit anymore. We’re pretty much just dancing in ever faster circles behind closed doors and hoping for a magic solution that will lets us slash tax to shreds but not get gullotined. I’m starting to sweat before I even get up in the morning. Does your room spin when you’re alone too? Does your reflection swear at you too?”

The minister of state’s concerns come on the back of the observation that anyone in government standing next to prominent Brexit MPs like Raab has also starting to uncontrollably dance in ever faster Brexit circles. This has not gone unnoticed in fictional medical circles.

”They’ve dancing sickness they have,” Roger Poker M.D. told LCD Views, “it’s a form of contagious madness. They’re going to dance themselves to death and they may well take us with them unless they enter the end state of terminal dehydration prior to March 29th 2019.”

Can we play some variety of music to help increase the tempo of their dancing?

”Well, a classic album called ‘Official Opposition Party Like You Understand Today and not 1970’ would help them get to the fatal stage before infecting too many others, but no one has been able to locate a copy for a couple of years now.”

Dancing Sickness was an occasional plague in the Middle Ages and into the 19th Century.

”They used to think it was caused by ergot poisoning on grains bread was made from by the afflicted communities,” Doctor Poker explained, “but now we realise the cause is a government of complete and utter fucking idiots.”

Mass graveyard of canaries found in Brexit mine

Alarming reports today that a mass graveyard of canaries has been found inside a Brexit mine.

The mine, located at Westminster in central London, is believed to have been opened under the Palace of Westminster during the period of debates during the passage of Dave “the wonder” Cameron’s EU referendum legislation.

”We really got digging under ourselves after June 23rd 2016,” IDS, spokesman for the mining syndicate responsible, told LCD Views, “and we’re going down as far as we can. You can’t hit rock bottom. That’s our slogan at ERG Mining International.”

Work in the mine is expected to continue well beyond March 2019, in spite of numerous breaches of legislative health and safety codes and the lingering concerns the mine is a massive money pit.

”The public is footing the bill for the entire operation,” IDS clarified, “so cost is not an issue. The profits are of course privatised into the hands of a wealthy clique with the vision to break ground in the first place.”

But reports of inability for a canary to survive inside the shafts have been rising for a while. And now scandal threatens the operation after a whistle blower leaked photographs of a mass avian grave.

”These birds are paying a price worth paying for the future of Global Britain the Tax Haven,” IDS rebuffed, “namby pamby, libtard snowflake concerns over canaries dropping like flies aren’t going to stop us blasting away the bedrock of British parliamentary democracy. Our motive is solid.”

Which motive is that?

”The profit motive. And with the support of the leader of the official opposition also saying Brexit mine will pay dividends, we’re not stopping until the Palace of Westminster collapses into the gaping moral and ethical hole we’ve mined underneath it.”

Little England no more as government plans to amass more land mass to win looming air war

The dominant force in United Kingdom’s politics has its shovel in hand today and is digging with the announcement of a massive expansion to England’s land mass ahead of Brexit.

”It’s to properly stuff the Irish,” Iain Duncan Smith told LCD Views, via a secure Skype connection from the walk in fridge he lives in.

It seems recent traitorous utterings by the jumped up ideologue across the Irish Sea has provoked mighty England’s visionary patriots to act.

”If we’re going to have an air war against the Irish, and the rest of the EU 27, having more land is the way to win in the air,” Irritiable Duncan affirmed, “more land means we control more air, hot and cold. It also extends our fishing territory deep into the heart of Bavaria. A tangible benefit.”

It’s believed under the plan the mountainous regions of Scotland and Wales will be pulverised and dumped into the sea surrounding England.

”Think of it as a massive boost to the economy via work creation for all the lazy unemployed in the subjugated tribal regions of the English empire.”

Work is expected to begin by the weekend with the army moved into the lower regions of the Scottish highlands to ensure no cattle rustlers turn their hands to thieving English shovels.

”We need to win in the air by expanding our land,” Iain reiterates helpfully, “Boris will be happy too. He gets to have his Thames estuary airport. Only it will be about a mile off the coast of France and a RAF one.”

Critics of the scheme have raised concerns though that expanding England so close to the European mainland will make it easier for young, fertile English breeding stock to escape after Brexit.

”It’s not a worry. With a pick in hand and hacking apart rock all day, before their fruit picking shift, no one under fifty will have the energy to build a raft and flee.”

But what is this exciting plan to secure our future called?

”Operation Bullfrog,” IDS said, “as we’re puffing ourselves up well beyond our actual size to gain a tangible advantage.”

Get your shovels England and get digging. Across the border. In Scotland and Wales.

Leading Brexiteers to claim “Jus primae noctis” on “BREXIT EVE”    

Leading exponents of the UK leaving the European Union have announced that they plan to claim the right of Jus primae noctis , or Droit du seigneur on the night of 29th March next year.

“We’ve completely overturned the notion of elected parliamentary democracy and forced a return to a medieval government by “baronage”, so it’s only fair we get all the nookie rights that go with it,” sneered recently resigned former foreign minister Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson from the window above the drawbridge of the Foreign Office mansion he has been refusing to vacate since quitting his post.

Making bizarre thrusting motions with his crotch, Johnson explained that Jus primae noctis , or Droit du seigneur is an alleged medieval practice whereby the “Lord of the manor”, or equivalent, holds the right to demand sex with any women in their domain, especially on their wedding night or other festive occasions.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about, it’s only for one night. Not like we’ll be impregnating every filly we take a fancy to in perpetuity,” he added pointing out that with Brussels and the European court of human rights and all the lefty snowflakes out of the way, there’d be no one to stop them.

“So people had better be bloody grateful that we aren’t, or maybe we will anyway,” he harrumphed with an extra hard thrust.

Johnson’s sentiments were echoed by his more slender partner in the axis of evil, Jacob Rees Mogg.

“As a practising Catholic I of course believe in the absolute sanctity of marriage, however I do see a direct parallel between our struggle ‘to take back control’, and that of the glorious knights of the four medieval crusades, battling to return control of the Holy Land to White European Christendom,” he explained.

“They were away from their wives for years at a time and it was only fair that they should continue getting in as much practice as they could so they would be ‘at the top of their game’ when they returned to the marriage bed,” he smirked.

Quizzed on the possible effects on the population of leading Brexiteers demanding free sex from any women they fancy both Johnson and Rees-Mogg expressed little concern.

“In ten years time after we’ve lowered the minimum working age we can send them into the fields and down the mines in place of all the bloody foreigners who’ve been swamping the place,” snorted Johnson.

A possibility with which Mogg was in agreement, adding though that;

“Actually there would be nothing to stop them joining the professions or going into politics, after all pretty well all of the hereditary peers and most of the right wing of the conservative party are either directly descended from bastards, or are, independently, bastards themselves – it’s in the genes dear boy, in the genes.”