How to defend an absolute twat of a man

HAVE you been called upon, in your professional life, to defend the indefensible actions of a total twat? Tory MP Julian Cook explains how.

Hello there. Perhaps you’ve required, as part of your job, to stand up and pretend that the actions of an irredeemable arsehole are absolutely fine. Perhaps it’s a husband or family member who is so much of a dick you can hardly stand it.

When the moment to abase yourself arrives, first stand before a mirror and remove the expression of involuntary disgust from your face. Such grimaces are persistent so may require manual reshaping with the fingers.

Enter the room where your defence is to take place, and begin. Contrive at first not to mention the offence, as if the shit-flinging chimp behind you is barely worth noticing.

When challenged, as you will be, give a little chuckle at the roguish antics of a flagrant bellend. Then, humour established, move straight to your laughable excuse.

Deliver the supposed reasons why the actions – whether infidelity, spending money that is not theirs, lawbreaking or in this case all three – are in fact fine. Keep a straight face throughout, though both you and your interlocutor know this is horseshit.

Respond to all further questions, all of which expose your defence as atrocious bollocks, by repeating the same defence. Try not to allow your abject humiliation to show.

Finally, sternly bring up an unrelated but serious matter to suggest your questioner is frivolous for not discussing this. Act like this is a win. Leave, and have a little weep about how low you’ve sunk. Then do it again.

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'Will Union Jack bunting lead to the rise of fascism?' The Guardian reader's guide to the Jubilee

ARE you a Guardian reader unsure whether you should celebrate the Jubilee? Here’s how to enjoy this outdated patriotic event in an inclusive, ethical and non-nationalistic way.

What is it ethical to eat at a Jubilee gathering?

Coronation chicken is out due to cultural appropriation of curry. Avoid Victoria sponge because of the era’s hypocritical attitude to sex workers. And Pimm’s is nice but has elitist undertones. Have a cheese sandwich and a glass of water instead.   

Surely the Royal Family is inextricably linked to imperialism? 

Yes. If there’s a street party, wait until everyone is tipsy and enjoying themselves then remind them of shameful acts of brutality by the British Empire like the Amritsar Massacre, pointing out that the Queen may as well have been blasting away with a Lee-Enfield herself.  

Will putting up Union Jack bunting encourage fascism?

You can’t be too careful. Too many patriotic symbols and before you know it everyone could be stomping around in boots, braces and swastika tattoos like the National Front. If you intend to put up bunting, make it the LGBT+ rainbow design, like the tiresomely predictable Guardian reader you are.

Make the TV coverage socially aware

The BBC will focus on pageantry with Huw Edwards droning on like a pompous garden gnome. Have a series of depressing ‘social history’ clips ready to splice into the coverage, eg. a downtrodden mother pushing a pram in a filthy Manchester slum to show what life was like for the working classes in the 1950s. Guests will welcome you raising their awareness on this happy day.

Should I be celebrating the unelected monarchy at all?

Actually yes, because like the Guardian itself you can drone on about progressive values while actually being very middle class and conformist. Say things like ‘They had the right idea with Charles I’ then minutes later enthusiastically join in a drunken toast of ‘God bless you, ma’am’.

Any disco must celebrate diversity 

Some people will just want obvious party choices like Abba. Obviously they are too white and heterosexual so make guests dance to a selection of bhangra, UK garage, Bronski Beat, drill and the Tom Robinson Band’s ‘Glad to be Gay’. Try to avoid getting shitfaced and playing The Dam Busters theme repeatedly, even if it rocks.