Novelty Guinness hat donned with great solemnity

A MAN has put on a hat shaped like a giant Guinness pint resting on a shamrock brim with the reverence it deserves.

Ahead of an evening of dignified heavy drinking to celebrate the patron saint of Ireland, Oliver O’Connor of Chester has placed the holy day’s traditional clothing atop his head with the quiet respect of a Catholic receiving the sacrament.

O’Connor said: “Special occasions should be dressed for appropriately. St Patrick didn’t drive the snakes out without headgear. 

“Just look at it. All of Ireland’s long and complicated history summed up in a polyester top hat loaded with national symbolism. And in case it’s too subtle for those who aren’t scholars of the Emerald Isle’s rich history, I’ve teamed it with a green wig.

“The ignorant might see it as a tasteless exploitation of cultural cliches, but look at the harp on the front, the timeless genius of the design, the shamrock. This was an investment. I’ll wear it year after year, unless I wake up without it or any memory of it again like last year.

“Of course, when you’re wearing a hat like this, you need to show your support for Ireland and its lyrical, soulful people by pairing it with a fake ginger beard and a leprechaun outfit. Not doing so would be offensive.”

O’Connor, who has an Irish grandparent, added: “If I see anyone English wearing this? I’ll confront them. My culture is not your costume.”

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I am reinventing myself as a sex guru, by Liz Truss

IF THE public wants to read about an affair I had in the mid-90s, I will give them what they want. These are my sex tips. Read on. 

Excite him orally

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Dance for him

Men, like nations, may require encouragement towards growth. To this end I perform a teasing striptease where the bobbing of my head in no way synchronises any movement made by my body. To arouse him further I hiss.

Go on top

As prime-minister-in-exile, awaiting restoration, I cannot take a subordinate position. Leading from the front brought Britain its finest hour, the fiscal event of September 2022, so it will lead to its glorious sexual equivalent. I mount up and, as on that date, wait smilingly for the miracle to happen. ‘It will come,’ I assure my partner.

Throttle him lovingly

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Rimming is winning

The arsehole is the powerhouse of the male body and responds well to treatment. Too often fastidious parties claiming to be right-wing have steered clear; there is no hint of rimming in the liaison between Major and Currie, and in 1997 they lost an election. To avoid this I rim like the Devil on heat and you must do the same.

Nothing is off the table

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Lay blame

If satisfactory lovemaking is not achieved, it was not your fault. Factors that were deliberately kept hidden from you are to blame. The Blob, the Deep State, groupthink, trans activists, and gilts ruined your climax. Write a book about it then everyone will understand.