Enjoy your time together with money while you have it, says Reeves

RACHEL Reeves has advised you to create loving memories with money while you have it because who knows what will happen in the future. 

The Chancellor told the public to make the most of the scant time they have left with whatever money they possess, because time goes by in a flash and there is a budget and before you know it that money is all gone.

She continued: “Think of your disposable income as you would a beloved grandparent or your dog who’s showing signs of age and it breaks your heart but won’t last forever.

“Give it a bit of a send off. Take a selfie with your bank balance. Take it on one last sentimental journey of the shops you used to spend it in. Do enough for a tear-jerking montage to a heartbroken Adele song.

“Go for one last meal out and tell your money how much it’s meant to you over the years. You may have had a fraught relationship at times, but it will seem idyllic looking back. In a few months. After unspecified actions.

“And don’t forget to tell your money that you love it. Or when it’s gone, bounding through international markets to service national debt interest, you’ll wish you had.”

Tom Booker from Lancaster said: “I’m going to blow my money on as much coke and hookers as it can afford. It’s what it would have wanted.”

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Why I'm leaving overcrowded London for good, by a rat

By Jordan Gardner, rattus norvegicus and father of 70

LONDON. The big rancid cheeseburger. The place where dreams are made, or were. Because it’s full and I’m getting out. Here’s why: 

Too many new mouths to feed

My ancestors? Been here hundreds of years, mate. One of ‘em pissed on Shakespeare’s lost folio, ruined it. But now there’s rats with none of the tradition rocking up expecting prime access. How’s indigenous rodents getting on the property ladder when every bin’s staked out by buck-teethed pricks from Surrey?

Bins aren’t what they used to be

Back in the day, any bin’s rich pickings of freshly dumped kebab meat and grey chips. Now it’s all empty Huel bottles, vegan wraps and that camel’s piss kombucha. They’ve gentrified our rubbish, and it turns my stomach. And that’s coming from someone who eats turds.

Commuting’s a nightmare

Have you been in the underground lately? Narrow, cramped, hordes of rats, barely room on the next fatberg to East Finchley. The underground barely runs and all I can do with Lime bikes is chew through the wiring.

Sadiq Khan’s done nothing for me

Sadiq’s been in nine years and what has he done to help me and mine? Piss all. Want my support? Cancel bin collections which did wonders in Birmingham, ban traps, every third chicken nugget to be discarded and stop acting like it’s a liberty when I come up your toilet. And cull the foxes, yeah?

The grass is greener

A cousin of mine has moved to Clacton-on-Sea and got a whole industrial dumpster to himself. London, he was in a half-flooded Victorian cellar in Acton. One of those towns that’s seen better days full of obese twats who live on fried food and ice cream, that’s what I’m after. Anywhere they vote Reform.