Cameron's PMQs nightmare

WHEN I say PMQs is my worst nightmare, I am telling the truth.

Just last week, my heart was hammering through my ribcage and I thought ‘This is it: I’m going to have a heart attack and die right here on live TV and in front of all these old men…’ I started gagging uncontrollably, retching noises reverberating around the room like the scratch of chair legs across the marble floor of a deserted Natural History Museum. The cameras kept rolling as I belched and heaved.

Eventually, I managed to cough up a thin strand of blonde hair. ‘Whose hair is this?’ I puzzled as more and more long blonde strands came up from my throat. I had become quite absorbed in this task and wondered what lady, if any, would be at the end of all this hair.

When I looked up, I was not in the House of Commons anymore. I was in the deserted Natural History Museum. ‘That’s weird,’ I thought, ‘I was just thinking about this place…’ But I didn’t have time to be confused as my new task was to carry the large pile of hair to the dinosaur section. I knew this because Edwina Currie was yelling it through a traffic cone from the top of the stairs. In the dinosaur section, Edwina was weaving hair into a set of ceremonial garments for Dippy the diplodocus; she was an expert because of her time in the jungle. My hair was to become a beautiful beard for Dippy, who everyone knows was the wisest dinosaur, and capable of telekinesis.

At that moment, everything in the room levitated and I found myself tumbling through the air like Sandra Bullock in Gravity. Edwina was laughing her dirty laugh and doing marvellous somersaults in space. I couldn’t help admiring her athleticism and joie de vivre. Soon, she was with me and we twirled together. I must admit it was thrilling and I didn’t mind at all that I was naked.

The next day, a paper landed on my desk telling me Dippy the Diplodocus was to be axed from the Natural History Museum for being historically inaccurate. Uncanny! Nevertheless, I must get someone to review Ms Currie’s role in my cabinet. Fascinating woman, but clearly doesn’t know the first thing about sauropods.

And then it’s straight back into hell next week to do it all again.

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Remaining Kula Shaker fans to breed

THE last two people who listen to the music of Kula Shaker are undergoing enforced breeding to prevent the extinction of their kind.

Dr Nathan Muir, a scientist specialising in the preservation of rare and endangered music fans, said: “We were very lucky to find two Kula Shaker enthusiasts still alive and of breeding age.

“We discovered one on a Britpop e-forum in Slovakia, and the other teaching a Bikram yoga class in the market town of Cirencester. From then on, it was just a case of getting them together in a warm, comfortable environment, and hoping that nature took its course.”

“We have been playing Tattva on a continuous loop, but unfortunately there has been no progress so far in terms of producing offspring.

“Of course it is possible they may both be of the same gender, they still have that ambiguous hair.”