Anti-vax but happy to inject Botulinum, a neurotoxic protein produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum which prevents the release of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine from axon endings at the neuromuscular junction, thus causing flaccid paralysis.
Carrie Johnson won’t be going for any more high-flying government positions. The interview process is just too demanding, particularly the oral examination.
Decisions, decisions. Nigel and I are invited to Suella’s for a kitten-drowning party but also to Priti’s for some pensioner-freezing fun. Which should we choose? We’d hate to offend anyone.
Nigel has just come home with a multi-pack of lavatory paper, a box of tea bags, a packet of biros, three staplers and a potted plant. Can anyone tell me what is going on?
#nigelfarage
We are calling for ‘alert’ volunteers to join our VirusWatch Scheme here in Brexit-on-Sea. You will be equipped with a free pair of binoculars to help spot the virus, a net to catch it with and a bag to put it in.
#stayalert
Venturing timidly into the servants’ quarters, Rishi Sunak watched in amazement as a receptacle containing a clear bubbling liquid emitted steam and turned itself off. Meanwhile two slices of bread in a metal box with mysterious dials slowly turned brown and rose into the air.
Downing Street has issued a statement that there is no truth in the rumour that Carrie Symonds and Mark Francois have run away together. She simply put him in the pram by mistake.
With the news that Nadine Dorries is to be made a Dame in Boris Johnson’s resignation honours it seems the House of Lords has finally become a pantomime.
So to be clear,
@metpoliceuk
, unless you actually catch me in the act of poisoning my husband with a dodgy chicken curry I can’t be convicted and will escape any form of prosecution?
Oh dear. Nigel has just limped home from remonstrating with the French border control at Dover. I may need specialist help in removing the baguette as it is wedged in very deeply.
So exciting! Liz Truss is visiting Brexit-on-Sea this morning, to hold a hustings at the Sunlit Uplands care home. She'll be presented with the Order of the Pork Sword, our highest civic honour, and a hamper of cheese, made locally at Bell End Farm.
I hear Carrie is horrified at the prospect of her first husband’s political demise. Having endured the “John Lewis nightmare” of Theresa May’s decor they might now be reduced to the indignity of having to buy their own groceries in (the horror of it!) Waitrose.
So it turns out that the Government has only managed to procure half the promised number of doses because they counted the vial and the vaccine as two separate items.
As the weary festival-goers trudged home, a little sunburnt and with sore feet from dancing, they all agreed that “Twatfest” had been a huge success and they would definitely go again next year.
After the embarrassment of mistakenly holding a press conference in the car park of Four Seasons landscaping, between a dildo shop and a crematorium, the Trump campaign team are spending the day at a luxury spa.
Getting your latest squeeze pregnant while your wife is recovering from cancer is socially intolerable, economically unsustainable and morally indefensible.
I hear Nadine Dorries isn't planning on selling Channel 4 to the highest bidder, but to the one prepared to televise her 'novels' as a thrilling series of historical dramas.
Jacob Rees-Mogg has taken over as Undertaker-in-Chief at the Sunlit Uplands funeral home in Brexit-on-Sea. He claims he will do a much better job of drumming up new business than the present incumbent.
If further proof were needed that Dominic Cummings has superhuman powers, he is able to drive 250 miles without stopping to use the lavatory, get a coffee or fill up with petrol.
Nigel is outraged. We Brexiteers didn’t fight so long and so hard to be a free and sovereign nation to find ourselves relegated to some kind of inferior ‘third country’ status by the EU. How dare they?
Please, everyone, can you check your sheds, garages and outbuildings for Mark Francois? We fear that in his search for food he may have become trapped. Ann has suggested using a thermal imaging camera but everyone else thinks we should just listen out for a pitiful mewing.
Poor Michael Gove. First he was forced to agree that he drives to test his eyesight. Now he has had to ‘like’ pornography. Whatever will they make him do next to keep Cummings out of the headlines? Go dogging? Sorry, I meant jogging.
Staff at the Home Office have arranged a fabulous leaving party for Priti Patel, with cocktails, street food and a live band. The only worry is that Priti hears about it and wants to come.
On days like this I often think that if Nigel hadn’t been bullied at school and called ‘Frogface’ he would never have developed such a hatred of Europe and we wouldn’t be in the situation we are now in.
As Boris Johnson’s two previous marriages have been declared invalid and his children illegitimate, in order for him to be married in a Catholic Church, Marina Wheeler is very relieved to discover that she had never actually been married to him at all.
So exciting! Prince Andrew is presiding over the opening of a new hair and beauty salon here in little Brexit-on-Sea. I can’t wait to book my appointment at the Grooming Gang.
To the Brexit-on-Sea residents who received their fruit and vegetable box deliveries this afternoon from the UPIK Land Army, could you please check your beetroots? We can’t find Mark Francois anywhere and think he might have fallen into one of the boxes by accident.
So Stanley Johnson has just been on
@GMB
saying that because of Brexit he “feels French”. I’m not sure that’s quite on-message for the Conservative Party right now.
We are having a lovely time at the Remainer Reprogramming Centre. Mark Francois has just given a fascinating talk on British military history. I had no idea we won FIVE World Wars and sent the Saxons, the Romans and the Normans packing with a flea in their ear. So proud.
With an increasingly authoritarian government and threats to control the independent press, thank goodness we don’t have runaway inflation or we’d be back to 1930’s Germany. Oh.
Nigel bought me a bottle of the new fragrance,
#TorySleaze
for my birthday. I’m afraid it doesn’t smell very nice. In fact there is a distinct whiff of corruption.
Nigel's PhD in Epidimiology arrived today from the University of EBay. So 'Dr Farage' will be available, for a modest appearance fee, to provide fully qualified advice and guidance on the Covid-19 pandemic and any other public health issues requiring his expert consultation
Apparently Nigel wrote two columns for the Brexit-on-Sea Gazette, one advocating Australia’s sovereign control of its borders and the other championing the richest sports star in the world. He went with the one that would make him the most money.
Mark Francois was delighted to discover that his staff had nicknamed him 'The Colonel'. He assumed this was a tribute to his illustrious military career, but it was actually a reference to his prodigious consumption of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
I have just written to the Conservative Party to inform them that I wish to cancel my membership. I am not a member but they might give me a refund out of sheer incompetence.