Brexit march finally reaches fictional Brexit town

THE Brexit march has reached an imaginary Brexit town where all their dreams about leaving the EU have come true.  

‘March to Leave’ has arrived at Brexit-on-Sea where they were hailed as heroes, although some accounts suggest they are merely suffering a mass delusion in a wet lay-by.

Marcher Martin Bishop said: “The way people came out to greet us with nearly-drinkable British champagne was incredible. It’s lucky there was enough for all 17.4 million of us!

“Brexit-on-Sea is a lovely place and definitely not just something we’ve made up in our heads. It’s like an old episode of Coronation Street. What could be more perfect than that?

“The local shops use imperial measures, you won’t hear an Eastern European accent and you can watch the Spitfires from the local RAF base. Look, there go 50 of them now. Magnificent!”

Nigel Farage made a rare appearance to greet his followers, although sceptics say it may just have been a retired local alcoholic in a Barbour jacket stumbling home from the pub.

Paramedic Nikki Hollis said: “Overexerting yourself in bad weather can easily cause delirium. We’re heading over to Brexit-on-Sea now with tea and thermal blankets, if only we could find it on a map.”

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Five incredibly annoying names to call yourself if you're too hip for 'Godparent'

ARE you too cool to be a godparent, so are insisting on a special name for your role as an allegedly wise figure in some hapless child’s life? Choose from these irritating substitutes: 


You crazy nonconformist atheist, you! Whilst you imagine yourself as some kind of anarchist Richard Dawkins figure, the child you are ‘oddparenting’ will mainly use you, your life and your personal relationships as examples of what not to do.

Earth mother/father

As a faux-hippy who pretends to be spiritual and care about the world, you will be embarrassingly unable to answer questions from the future generation you’re meant to be guiding about why you fly to a yoga retreat in Bali twice a year.


This conjures up a particularly sad workplace relationship where someone called Ken teaches you how to use Excel spreadsheets with the turdbreath of an avid coffee drinker. The child you’re supposed to be mentoring will look at you exactly as you looked at Ken.

Guardian angel

Angels hover above, pure and invisible, guiding by tiny nudges at the perfect moment to send their charges on the most spiritually fulfilling path. You come round occasionally, drunk, and ask the kids if they’re trying hard at school, because they don’t have to because you didn’t and look at you now.


Implies that you’re waiting in the wings to replace a parent when they die, which both introduces children to their parents’ mortality and suggests that there is nothing irreplacable about mum or dad and a new one could be slotted in at any time. Linked to long-term psychiatric problems.