Being thrown into a pit of starving wolves: six can-Starmer-survive? scenarios

A BRITISH public incessantly faced with the question of whether Starmer can survive has come up with some more imaginative scenarios for it. Try these: 

Nathan Muir, Hitchin

“He can survive hearings about Mandelson vettings, sure, but can he survive six years in a Mongolian jail, locked up with the dregs of the Russian Mafia, fighting for every scrap of food, living on only his wits and the British reputation as peerless catamites? Because if he can then he deserves to stay the full term as prime minister, fair play.”

Norman Steele, Hythe

“Bollocks to surviving council elections. I’ll only respect him if he survives a pit full of starving wolves, crosses a swamp of alligators, then fights his way out of a soft play centre stocked with leopards, cobras and crazed honey badgers. And if being mugged turns liberals to conservatives, all that should make him further right than Tommy Robinson.”

Jo Kramer, Warwick

“We keep hearing how he’s under pressure, To prove it doesn’t bother him, he should journey to the bottom of the Marianas Trench in a submersible he’s constructed himself, then be catapulted directly into space. Then and only then will he have the necessary authority to propose limited trade alignment with the EU.”

Helen Archer, East Grinstead

“See, this is why we traditionally temper our politicians in the seething Darwinian cauldron of Eton. Because if they can get through five years of insane snobbery, indiscriminate buggery, beatings on the fives court and total parental indifference, politics is nothing.”

Julian Cook, Chelsea

“I’m seeing a lot of headlines about the hantavirus. So that, and then how about he continues to do his job in a Hazmat suit while his body is used as an incubator for a series of terrible diseases, eventually expiring at the dispatch box? While Streeting, Rayner and the rest do their very best to look sad.”

Bill McKay, Warrington

“Global thermonuclear war. The great thing is we don’t have to go to any trouble because Trump’s going to China to meet Xi this week to set it off. If he can clamber to the irradiated surface and deliver a speech about getting the tough choices right as the last man on earth, he’s earned it. Though we all know in that situation it’ll be Farage.”

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Pubs closing because wives are alright these days

DRINKING establishments are shuttering because men no longer mind being at home with their spouses, it has emerged.

For decades pubs were a valuable refuge for the married and miserable, but modern men no longer feel that evenings at home with their life partner are a fate to be avoided at all costs.

Publican Stephen Malley says: “People think that it’s high staff wages that’s closing pubs. Couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s bloody women’s fault, as usual.”

“When I took over The Horse and Cart thirty years ago, we were packed every weekday night. Men would clock off work and come straight in to moan about their wives who as far as I could tell they barely saw but loathed immensely.

“Now, even our regulars only pop in for one before saying they want to go home and see the missus. ‘Want to’, mind, not ‘have to’.

“The wives of old – the angry harridans brandishing a rolling pin – are gone. Now men see their wives as a person they like being with, watching telly with and talking to. Women have upped their game and it’s devastating the traditional British pub.”

Malley will retire after four decades as a landlord next month and his pub will close. He said: “Funnily enough, I remarried recently and I’d like to spend a bit more time with the wife myself. I’m a hypocrite, but I prefer her to some random pissed blokes.”