Epstein book to be this year's Christmas bestseller

A 50TH birthday book created for Jeffrey Epstein of messages from the great and good to their favourite millionaire pimp will make an ideal gift this Christmas. 

The book, reproducing the famous original put together by convicted sex trafficker Ghislaine Maxwell, is the ideal gift for the family member obsessed with online celebrity paedophile conspiracy theories who likes something to leaf through.

Publisher Hachette said: “Whether you’re deciphering Bill Clinton’s depravity through his handwriting, poring over photos of Peter Mandelson in a bathrobe or marvelling that Donald Trump forged his exact signature, there’s hours of fun inside.

“Yes, whether childish drawings of Epstein being massaged by topless women or claims that he took an anonymous woman to sit on the throne of England, it’s more interesting than Gareth Southgate’s memoir and will last longer than a Richard Osman.

“Flip through and enjoy the vast array of celebrities paying tribute to a man who made no secret of his preference for underage women. Some of them even supplied them.”

But early reviewer Norman Steele said: “This is shit. I thought they’d all be in there: Jimmy Savile, Rolf Harris, Prince Andrew, Tony Blair, coded messages revealing Epstein didn’t kill himself and where his gold was buried. Instead it’s all barely-known New York financiers.

“All this proves is the leader of the free world is definitely guilty of serious sex crimes. Typical Christmas cash-in.”

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Woman snorts line of pumpkin spice

A WOMAN has snuck off to the nearest bathroom to cut and snort a line of pumpkin spice, in keeping with the season.

Finding consuming pumpkin spice via seasonal lattes just does not give her the buzz it used to, Nikki Hollis has begun doing bumps of the orange autumnal powder in the privacy of coffee shop toilet cubicles.

She said: “Mugs of coffee heaped with cream were only diluting the strength of my hit. Sniffing pumpkin spice straight off a toilet lid gives me a more powerful rush of cosy vibes.

“The baristas discretely sells me a few grams round the back of Starbucks, then it’s just a matter of cutting a few lines with my loyalty card and hoovering up a nice generous noseful.

“It’s an expensive high that only lasts for about 20 minutes, but it’s worth it for a euphoria that feels like kicking my way through crunchy leaves or snuggling up by a fire in oversized knitwear.

“The only issue is I keep needing more and more to stave off the painful comedown of realising autumn’s just dark mornings, drizzle and Strictly.” 

Concerned friend Donna Sheridan said: “Nikki needs to stop while she can. Yes, I smoke rocks of gingerbread latte, but only in December.”