May to make a success of solitaire now she’s lost the shirt off everyone’s back at poker with EU

Theresa May was in fighting form today after the last breakthrough round of poker against the EU in the Brexit negotiations.

”I and my party maybe gambling the shirts off everyone’s backs and losing them in poker with the EU, due to only havig a pair of twos versus their full house, she began, chest pumped like her heels outside Downing Street,

“But we promise you we will make a success of Brexit solitaire, just as soon as it is certain no one from Europe wants to play with us anymore.”

But critics have leapt at the Prime Minister for the telling qualification.

”Forget the European Union, they’re a failing superstate, they’ll be gone in ten years. I’m damn sure the USA will want to play defence budget snap or farm animals or dangerous chemicals with us after Brexit,” A Disaster-capitalist MP said,

“and with the amount of dosh I’ve ‘invested’ in tax havens I’m going to hold the PM’s feet to the fire to make sure they get the chance. Especially if it’s NHS Baker’s Dozen GP surgeries in the offing.”

But not all MPs were so forward looking, some still believe that one more round of poker with the EU will see the U.K. triumph.

”Theresa May hasn’t laid a single of our cards out on the table yet,” E Jit MP said, “she’s holding all back in reserve and luring the EU deeper and deeper in before she makes her power play.

She’s got a perfect poker face. She’s only conceding everything each round and rubbing out all her red lines so they get over confident.

We’re all in this game whether we like it or not now. And so what if we lose the shirts off our backs? As parliamentarians the taxpayer will foot the bill for new ones! It’s a hoot!”

The ante keeps rising. It’s a good thing the leaders of both parties have the requisite devil may care, let’s gamble the lot on a bluff attitude to the game.

UKIP on brink of collapse as all the racists are happy to vote Conservative again

UKIP are reportedly on the brink of party collapse as all the racists are happy to vote Conservative again.

”It’s appalling. The British people have betrayed us,” temporary leader, Mr Someone Disgusting, told LCD Views.

”We expected to collapse in line with the United Kingdom as a whole, not in a great steaming bankrupt heap first.”

How does Mr Disgusting explain the loss of support for his party?

”It’s sabotage by the main parties. Most notably those grasping bastards the Tories, but Labour playing the race card on immigration and wages, is a stab in the back also.

They’re nicking our scripts out of convenience. We would sue for IP theft, if we could afford to. Which we can’t.”

What about Nigel Farage? Can’t he be persuaded to help out the fetid steed that has carried him so far?

”He won’t return our calls! Or if we phone him from a phone box and he picks up expecting someone from, well, overseas, calling on a burner or whatever, he pretends to be going into a tunnel and shouts “Woo! Woo!” like a steam train, then hangs up.”

What about increasing membership fees? Call it a patriotic levy?

”Most of our remaining members are potless. It’s how we convinced them to back us in the first place. That and positioning ourselves as more racist outwardly than the Tories, but not quite as bad as the BNP. You know, the respectable middle ground for British racists.”

Is there anyway we can help?

”Can you get Nigel back?”

We wouldn’t piss on Nigel if he was on fire.

”Well, claim the Tories are betraying Brexit!”

But that is Brexit. Brexit means betrayal.

”You’re trying to wind me up. I’m not biting. I left my teeth in the glass beside my bed. What do you suggest we do?”

”Maybe just ape the BNP now?”

”Show our true colours? Not just yellow and purple.”

”That’s right. Show people what you’re really like. No one is coming to help you. You’ve served your purpose mate.”

Leading Brexiters confess it was always the intention to catch and release the fishing folk’s vote

Leading Brexiters have given interviews to quell concerns over the breaking of promises made to fishing communities during and after the EUref campaign.

”I have to confess it was always the intention to catch and release the fishing folk’s vote,” Jacob Rees-mogg admitted from the deck of the luxury yacht he keeps moored in his moat, “I hope the explanation that you’ve all been duped based on not knowing the basic facts helps?”

”It was blindingly clever,” Nigel Farage said, while waiting to meet a Russian woman on a park bench, “if you know people won’t bother fact-checking emotive assurances you can pretty much get enough to back you in anything.

I mean, all I have to do is phone up a BBC producer and promise the taxpayer funded broadcaster a spike in ratings and revenue and I’m booked. Their little hearts always beat faster. Their mind fogs. It’s like taking candy from a baby.”

Kate Hoey MP, somehow, was also approached for comment, but she was too busy threatening Snow White for comment.

As to how the communities affected by one of the last promises of Brexiters to be broken are feeling?

”Don’t ask a leading Brexiter,” Dan Hannan said, while putting the finishing touches to a mixed media statue of Satan, utilising various pasta forms and hate glue, “we really couldn’t give a flying fish.”

Mr Hannan later phoned back to correct his statement.

”I meant to say we couldn’t give a flying shit,” he added, “anyone who votes for us is a willing pawn in our plan to asset strip the U.K. to its bones while we tear up the red tape.

By red tape I mean legislation protecting worker’s rights, gender equality, access to health and education, racial equality, voting, basically anything that makes a society more fair and prosperous but means a smidgen less cash in an offshore bank account.

Can I take this opportunity to thank Jeremy Corbyn for getting populist on immigration and wages too? It really does help us.”

Sadly it looks like many have bought into the Brexit agenda hook, line and sinker.

But it’s not too late to stop drag netting the bottom of our politic and resurface, although the sun is already over the yardarm, it’s no time to stand easy if we value our democracy.

Brexit dictionary withdrawn after it is discovered only to contain the words strong, stable and gullible

The new Brexit dictionary has been removed from the shelves as it was sadly lacking in detail. In fact it only defined three words, and poorly at that.

Linguistic expert Ettie Mology slammed the Dictionary. “This is the most pathetic, feeble attempt at a book that I have seen in a long time!” she fumed. “I know the government is running out of ideas, but really! None of the definitions makes sense.”

Brexit supremo David Davis begged to differ. “I wrote and approved it myself!” be bragged. “I have devoted many long seconds to its preparation!”

Mology suggested that the many blank pages were intended for Davis to do crayoning during Brexit negotiations. It is entirely coincidental that the Dictionary, which retails at £350m a week, comes with a free packet of Crayolas.

The Dictionary defines ‘gullible’ as ‘prepared to have faith in the government’s Brexit strategy’. ‘Strong’ is defined as ‘see stable’, and ‘stable’ as ‘the ability to prop up a minority by buying votes’, with a note to the effect that it has nothing to do with horses.

Far from being underprepared and lacking in substance, that is not the real reason for the withdrawal, Davis reveals. “There was a significant oversight, alas,” he confessed. “We accidentally omitted the word ‘Brexit’!”

The reprint – which will have traditional blue covers – will contain the word Brexit in all its glory. Davis revealed that the definition of Brexit will be ‘Brexit’.

“Unfortunately, this means that the cost of the Brexit Dictionary will increase,” said Davis breezily. “But it will all work out for the best. Every household will be obliged to own a copy of the Little Blue Book.”

Lovers of languages will doubtless be apoplectic with the diminution of the rich tapestry that is the English tongue. “It’s a debasement, a sacrilege,” commented Mology. “The government is attempting to drag us down to its level.”

Boris Johnson is said to be distressed that the Dictionary omits some of his favourite words, like ‘fibblefabble’.

Boris Johnson fails to win role of MacBeth in local theatre production in spite of strong audition

Boris Johnson is said to be “reeling” this morning and “flabbergasted” after failing to win the coveted role of MacBeth in a Westminster local theatre production, in spite of a strong audition.

“It’s a bit baffling why the director would choose anyone other than Boris,” Boris Johnson’s acting coach, P T Barnum, told LCD Views’ light entertainment correspondent, “when you look at his career path post 2015, he seems to be completely method in preparation for the role of MacBeth in his professional and personal life.”

Mr Barnum further believes that the manner of Boris’ audition should have made him a shoo in.

“He beat up and butchered most of the others auditioning,” Barnum says, “they were just people from the local community, so it was as easy. He acts all Falstaff in public, but behind the scenes he’s a regular Titus.”

So what went wrong?

“Boris let Gove him help prepare, that was his first misstep. As on the morning of the audition Iago, I mean Gove, announced he was also auditioning.

This hurt Boris a lot. He had trouble focusing. He had to go and burn some fifties in front of some rough sleepers just to get his equilibrium back.”

So Gove got the part?

“No. The director believes neither man would be able to portray the necessary levels of regret required in MacBeth once the carnage really gets going, when the play is staged in the summer.

There’s also serious doubt whether or not Boris could stay faithful to Lady MacBeth long enough for anyone to believe they were in a genuine marriage, even in a staged play. You can’t really have Boris improvising new lines and secret liaisons while the play is actually being staged.”

How did Boris take the news?

“Not well, he sent the director, who is eighty five year and staging the play for charity, the following lines from Titus Andronicus,

I will grind your bones to dust
And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste,
And of the paste a coffin I will rear
And make two pasties of your shameful heads,
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow’d dam,
Like to the earth swallow her own increase.”

How did the director take that?

“He sent back a very brief note with a line from MacBeth,

Dear Mr Johnson,

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece…

Now kindly bugger off because all the world really is a stage and you are our face upon it…”

Putting the lotion on our skin so we don’t get the hose again is the new take back control

David Davis put on his half finished Brexit suit today to announce he was “Putting the lotion on our skin so we don’t get the hose again”.

This “is the new take back control” he added.

The reassuring statement was made from the bottom of a well that Mr Davis has been digging in the basement of 10 Downing Street, with the help of other Conservative party MPs, that have also taken themselves, and us, hostage.

”I now feed myself with a bucket on a string,” Davis looked surprisingly okay with that, as he peered over the rim of the deep hole to see what he was doing with the lotion.

”Some idiots think that the EU is bullying us, but given we have kidnapped ourselves with the ruse of a sovereignty sofa that needed lifting into the back of a control van, I think it’s fair to say we’re doing this to ourselves.”

So how often do we have to apply the lotion to our skin, so we don’t apply the hose to ourselves again?

”Anytime there is a negotiating chokepoint in the Brexit negotiations. It’s amazing how fast the lotion can rub out a red line on our skin.”

Is there anyway we can rescue ourselves from this hole we’ve thrown ourselves into? Before we finish the Brexit suit?

”Yes. But only if enough people ditch their political party loyalties and show the sociopaths to the far left and the far right that we aren’t prepared to skin ourselves to make their ideological wet dreams come true. Oh, and Hannibal Lectre.”

What’s he got to do with it?

”There is no way in hell he’s a Brexiter. He’s too smart. Even if he is a mass killer.”

So we need to get big money working for us?

”It’s about time they did.”

EU agrees to allow British based businesses till end of 2020 to relocate to EU

David Davis strode to the centre of the big tent in Brussels today in big floppy shoes and oversized trousers to announce a breakthrough for British and international business.

”We have fudge, fudge, fudge to give away!” he exalted the assembled crowd, twirling and holding up a tray just loaded with fudge.

He then tripped, back flipped and landed with his face in the fudge.

As he staggered and stumbled, playing the part of someone with fudge in their eyes, ringmaster Barnier circled energetically with a tiger on a leash.

The tiger was wearing a two tone tiger jacket with single market written on one flank and customs union on the other.

”I can see! Don’t worry about me!” Davis pretended to be calm, “It’s making me rather thirsty though. All this pretending I know where I am going!”

He stumbled about with his hands outstretched, as if feeling for a wall or feeling for a door.

”What are you looking for sir? Maybe I can help?” Ringmaster Barnier asked slowly and loudly.

”I’m looking for a deep and enduring, special and meaningful relationship,” Davis replied, but Barnier cut him off.

”I can be your guide.”

”You didn’t let me finish,” Davis barked, “I’m looking for a deep and enduring, special and meaningful relationship with an all expenses paid bar!”

Ha! Ha!

”Well I can help you with that too.”

Calmly Barnier lifted the tiger’s tail and placed it across one of Mr Davis’ open hands.

”Ah! A guide dog! I am saved!” David cried.

”This animal will lead you down the path, but don’t hold on for too long, or it will turn around and eat you.”

”I am not afraid! Even without the use of my eyes I can deal with a dog!”

The ringmaster doffed his top hat to the audience, who ooooed as Davis cheered his rescue.

”Take me to the nearest pub guide dog for am I parched! All this talking has me rather dizzy!”

Children in the audience, just little small and medium sized things, shouted warnings that Davis refused to hear as he followed the tiger from the rear.

Barnier circled by their side and kicked a can labelled “Irish Border” ahead of the path of Davis and the tiger.

The can spun from the kicking, beginning to fizz and smoke.

”What’s that smell?” Davis demanded of the crowd, “did someone throw a stink bomb at a blind man? You’re so very very cruel!”

A plant in the audience, not a cactus, but a middle aged woman with leather trousers and a big neck chain  (put where she sits to better orchestrate the show), shouted out,

”Just kick that can man! Kick it as far as you can!”

Davis with his big shoes flailed around.

”What can? I can’t find it?”

He carried on.

The tiger looked tenser and tenser, as one by one the audience began to give up on the show and drift for the door.

Nissan. Airbus. Fisheries. Soft fruit producers. Regulatory agencies for all manner of things. Service sector jobs. The list was rather long.

And as they exited they walked passed an old man on a tricycle pedalling slowly around the perimeter of the big tent, holding a sign saying Jobs First Brexit, and looking for a way to get in.

”Don’t leave yet!” he pleaded, “me and my crew are up next.”

“I’m sorry old chap,” they all told him the same, “this Global Britain circus has already gone on for far too long.”

Brexit select committee Cons say not ruining U.K. by timetable would be a betrayal of Rupert Murdoch’s values

Brexit clarity at last today as the Conservatives on the Brexit select committee confirm that not ruining the United Kingdom by the arbitrary timetable agreed between Rupert Murdoch and Theresa May would be “a betrayal of Rupert’s values.”

”You recall how rapidly Theresa May flew to New York to meet with the offshore media mogul when she became prime minister?” Downing Street insider S Tinks asked.

How could we not. It shows you who is the boss. Who goes to see who.

”Not always, sometimes CEO’s of companies like Westminster drop in on branches to keep everyone on their toes.”

Rupert doesn’t need to do that, he just sends around Michael Gove.

”Yes. 10 Downing Street is a little too low on the league table with Brexit to waste the time of the endless boss of England. He’s got to ruminate on how much Jerry gets when he pops his clogs.”

So what did the Brexit select committee stooges have to say in detail?

”Put a smile on an old man’s face,” S Tinks said, “Rupert didn’t invest heavily in disinformation and smear for so many years regarding the UK’s relationship to the EU not to see the entire country go up in flames before he regenerates into his next form. It’s a colonial grudge in some ways. Wait until we get to WTO rules! Ha!”

So the less prepared the country is for any Brexit the better?

”If you’re an ‘emerging market’ specialist like Jacob Rees-mogg the less prepared the more the potential profit.”

Next you’ll be saying Brexit is just a front for asset stripping the U.K.

”Oh, some of the assets will stay in the U.K., just the ownership of them and where the profits end up will change. But your GP surgery is still going to be at the end of your street.”

If it stays open.

”Quite. Brexit may just worsen the NHS recruitment issue, a little. It maybe Lexit or the NHS, in the end.”

So what should ordinary voters do to ensure the clock runs out on time?

”Vote for either Labour or Conservative, clearly, in the May 3rd elections, and when the general election happens later this year.”

Or UKIP.

”Not much need to do that, they’ve taken over the country already by getting May and Corbyn to commit to Brexit. And we all know UKIP’s values!”

If you can call what they have values.

“Yes well, just be secure in the knowledge parliament is more of a team then they want you to believe. Look at the whipping for Article 50?”

How could I forget it. It was a serious dereliction of duty. It was the day I tore up my Labour Party membership card.

”That makes you a class traitor who is responsible for homeless people on the streets.”

That what I keep getting told.

“Good. So remember, it’s a choice between a jobs go first Brexit and then we Brexit, or a jobs go first Brexit, but with added viciousness regarding welfare policy in the interim.”

Both Brexits lead to the same grisly end.

”Yes. Both keep Rupert Murdoch happy. And if that’s not a reason to support Brexit, I don’t know what is.”

Williamson slams Putin “Give me a bag to carry the 30K in or shut up and go away”

Gavin Williamson MP, Defence Secretary for an unidentified country, has launched a scathing attack on some Russian guy who likes sending Russian woman to dine and play sports with important British men.

The men maybe weak through lust and avarice, or they may just be idiots.

“Who allegedly sends a bag man without a bag?” Gav fumed, struggling with an armful of silver pieces, “I can’t hide all this if I can’t keep hold of it. Allegedly.”

Allegedly.

It’s not entirely, allegedly, clear what the thirty pieces of alleged silver were for, although reports suggest it was delivered as a result of a hot lunch date with one of the aforementioned Russian women with close links to the Kremlin.

But a minister of state, a parliamentarian would never be so dumb as to get caught out with his pants down.

“It’s tacky,” Williamson said, “just because I had a little fling with a junior female employee some years back, that doesn’t mean I’m susceptible to female charms oodling my ferocious mind now I’m in control of a nuclear arsenal borrowed from America, along with the planes we need for leaky Elizabeth.”

While the full story of the £30,000 (30 pieces adjusted for inflation) pounds donated to Williamson is yet to come out, it does fit into a curious pattern for MPs of the unidentified country.

Boris Johnson and David Cameron were paid £180,000 to play tennis FFS.

A Ms Patel resigned in disgrace after being caught attempting to funnel British taxpayers money to the defence force of a foreign power. Seriously, how is she still an MP? How are any of them?

It’s makes you wonder how many more little payments for entirely innocent causes there are waiting to be revealed, as the rotten ulcer which threatens to infect the entire body politic of the U.K. with septicaemia is day by day revealed.

“I’ve got a spider on my desk,” Williamson snarled, “I’m bloody tough. I’m a mean machine. I frighten toast racks for a living.”

Good luck Gavin. You’re going to need it now you’ve lost your bottle in public.

RUSSIANS! RUSSIANS! RUSSIANS! RUSSIANS! RUSSIANS! RUSSIANS! RUSSIANS! (starve poor kids) RUSSIANS! RUSSIANS!

Russians are the latest media obsession. Russians this, Russians that. Everything is about Russians. It’s as if the Cold War never ended!

Much effort has been expended over the past few decades to bring nations together. The Cold War came to an end, the Berlin Wall came down. The Good Friday Agreement brought peace in Ireland. Countries set aside differences in the name of peace.

The mood has changed. Irresponsible, greedy world leaders have bred dissatisfaction in their people. Fingers have been pointed. At immigrants. At Mexicans. At Muslims. At foreigners generally. At the EU. At Russians.

Why should the media report the horrible truth? Isn’t it easier, and much more fun, to whinge about nasty foreigners? The fabric of international society is unravelling, and the media are pulling the strings.

Brexit has turned the UK against its friends and allies in the EU. The economy is suffering as a consequence, so obviously attention must be diverted. The old Cold War bogeymen, the Russians, are as convenient scapegoat as any.

Scandals such as the removal of free school meals from the country’s most vulnerable children have become commonplace. Instead of highlighting this, the complacent, compliant media have instead been shouting obsessively about a poisoned Russian.

Nobody is saying that this isn’t newsworthy. But shouldn’t it be more important that there are children being deprived of their only decent meal of the day on economic grounds?

Meanwhile, privileged people enjoy subsidised food or get it free on expenses. Tickets for the privatised gravy train are beyond the means of most of us.

There can only be one explanation. Those behind the government and the press stand to benefit from the situation. This coalition of chaos will mop up the depleted assets of UK plc on the cheap after Brexit.

An even smaller percentage will own an even higher proportion of the country. Brexit is for the few, not the many.

It is the Will of the few People who stand to gain from it. Get your burgundy passports out and leave for good before we Leave for good. But just remember, if you start to read an article about the car crash of British politics currently, thanks to the leaders of both main parties serving the lies of Brexit, point the finger at the Russians! Russians! Russians!

Actually, one Russian is probably involved…but nobody much in the MSM press or our parliament seems to care too about that…might be another thing that calls into question the “will of the people”…