Sunday Roasting
It’s Sunday. Normally a time for some light chatter. No talk of sex, death and politics. But this is Brexit Britain, so I’ll break that rule.
It’s Sunday. Normally a time for some light chatter. No talk of sex, death and politics. But this is Brexit Britain, so I’ll break that rule.
Just 20 days into Brexit and it seems that nearly every industry and sector of society are either asking for a hand out or a hand up after Brexit. Some of you will be familiar with Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Here’s the Brexit hierarchy of needs … read on
I’m impatient to discover what they are, as I have been promised a bright future over many years. Sovereignty, meals for children, smuggling?
Scotland did not vote for self harm by a large margin. I support Scottish independence as a member of The European Union. Scotland The Brave.
Write to your MP, asking them to Take Back Control of our Laws now that Brexit is done. A couple of example letters for you to base your letter on are included below:
In this yearly roundup called Anus Horribilis, I’m picking out some of the lowlights of 2020 and some of the early indicators of the Britastrophe to come.
As Christmas comes, it is traditional to think of others rather than oneself. Looking after No 1 gave us Brexit. Read on …
Here is our latest Daily Maul page on Brexit Wars, with a fact and fiction checker below, just in case you cannot tell the difference.
We occasionally parody the immense stupidity and lies from populist newspapers. Here is today’s edition as we get ready for the Brexit wars.
In today’s Sun, it’s hard to tell satire from reality as Johnson retreats from his handling of our Britastrophe via Brexit Self Isolation.