Monday, 10th May 2021

The disappointing revenge plots of Dominic Cummings

I MAY look like a Bond villain but since my big revenge on Boris was a few leaked texts, I’m clearly one from the Timothy Dalton films. Here’s what’s next: 

The Ivy bill scandal

Oh yes, I’ve kept the receipts Boris. And my records clearly show that, even when dining with colleagues much more intelligent than you, you claimed it was fair to ‘split the bill’ even though you’d had two bottles of Chablis, a starter, a pudding and the cheese board. This will ruin you. 

Gimpgate

Didn’t see the little red light on my phone, did you? Didn’t realise it was recording the conversation where you called Michael Gove a wannabe sex gimp without the courage to rubber up, then made him come in and dance for us like a broken little puppet. Britain will be outraged at your disrespect. 

I deleted your memoir

Remember that big Boris memoir you were drafting? Your life’s work? Well, first I hacked into your computer and changed every mention of Boris to ‘wanker’ but then I decided to go even further and I deleted the whole thing! Overwrote it completely! Now you’ll never write it, and will just get a ghostwriter to do all the hard work instead then not pay them. 

Exposed as a love rat

The country believes you only began shagging Princess Nut Nut when you were estranged from your wife, but we know the truth don’t we Boris? Oh yes. You were unfaithful for two months in violation of all the church’s teachings and I have the texts to prove it. There’s no way the Conservative party will let you survive this. 

The Brexit lie

I’ve been keeping my little insurance policies right from the start because I’m a genius like Zuckerberg, Oppenheimer or Lex Luthor. And I’ve got you recorded saying that Brexit is nonsense, the British people will never vote for it, and you only joined Leave to raise your profile and piss off Swotty Dave. Actually you know full well Brexit is bad for Britain. Boom. Minds blown. 

I ‘top-decked’ Downing Street

You would never have had the freewheeling, unfettered imagination to think of this, or the high IQ, but I crapped in the Downing Street cistern. Yes that’s right. For the last six months every time you’ve flushed it’s been contaminated with faecal matter from I, Dom, the true victor in the 2019 election. Ha. Who’s the winner now?