GETTING wankered in a building named after a king is 80 per cent of Britain’s economy, so as prime minister I need to make that happen. Here’s how to survive it:
Observe social distancing rules
Don’t forget about distancing! Remember the government guidelines in all their detail while getting blackout drunk on 12 pints of Guinness. Don’t disregard them as a half-arsed, meaningless compromise that protects nobody while cadging fags from strangers.
Avoid banter
Uproarious guffawing will send viruses flying everywhere, so under no circumstances have a laugh while you’re at the pub. Keep the mood sombre by quietly discussing your parents’ funeral arrangements and the bit in Love Actually where Emma Thompson finds out.
Buy loads of pints
Your table should be entirely filled with pints as you ‘line them up’. This will protect you because passing viruses will fall in and drown, like wasps in a water-filled jam jar.
Have a catheter fitted
Choke points like cramped toilets are a distancing nightmare, so have a catheter fitted to avoid dangerous queues. If you’re planning a proper session, you may need to use a bin bag so opt for a heavy duty one as no one wants two gallons of warm piss exploding over the snug.
Live in the pub
British manufacturing is gone, after 40 years of hard work by the Tories, so the service sector is all we’ve got. Spend at least 10 hours a day in the pub. This may lead to alcoholism and money problems, but you are, after all, cannon fodder. Sorry, ‘the great British public fond of a tipple’.
Ignore all risks if you pull
Masks and perspex screens are pointless if you then have an intimate boffing session and get COVID-19, right? Wrong – you’ll be a legend who died on the job. It’s how I plan to go. Cheers.
