Yet another London twat arrives in St Ives

THE people of St Ives are unfazed as yet another twat from London has visited their sleepy coastal town, they have revealed.

The presence of one more twat from London strutting around St Ives like he owns the place has gone unnoticed by locals who are used to this sort of thing happening during the warmer months.

St Ives resident Wayne Hayes said: “Apparently this guy’s meant to be a big deal up country, although Londoners all tend to blend into one annoying, inconsiderate blur after a while.

“If he’s anything like all the other emmets he’ll joke about how backwards we are, eat a pasty with a knife and fork, then round off his trip by buying up all the affordable housing. It’s the standard deal for his sort.”

Local woman Donna Sheridan said: “It’s annoying that he flew a plane down here from London to attend a climate conference. Although I’m more pissed off about those endless Rick Stein programmes about fish on the BBC, to be honest.

“It’s almost as if Johnson considers Kernow to be a backwater that he’ll only exploit when it’s convenient, whether that’s for a G7 meeting or to win a referendum.”

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The Irish-American's guide to how Biden will kick Johnson's limey ass

YO. Name’s Fintan O’Connell, third-generation, Guinness-drinking, IRA-supporting Irish-American New Yorker. Today’s epic asskicking will reverberate across the Atlantic. Here’s how it’s going down:  

Biden beats Johnson down

My boy Joe is not going in with the tea-drinking Brit pleasantries. He is walking in, nodding at his boys to mind the door, and cracking that lying snake motherf**ker across the temple with a pool cue. That’s opening negotiations donkey-style. 

Out with the charm

Now it’s time for that famous Irish charm. Eyes sparkling, Joe’ll sit himself down for a traditional bowl of Ireland’s favourite cereal Lucky Charms. I never miss a bowl myself and I’ve killed a man with a pen.

Down to business

Joe will pour the doubles and ask the questions. ‘So, you’re f**king with the Good Friday agreement? Endangering peace? Shall we perhaps have a think?’ Then break a bottle on the table but just hold it, breathing hard.

Let the asshole speak

It’s important in negotiations to let the other dickhead speak, like I did when the bank tried to close my f**king bar. Don’t listen, just relax and let a peaceful, happy Irish tune like ‘The Croppy Boy’ run through your head. Then go f**king ballistic. 

Finish it

Biden will lay down the law; no violations of Good Friday, no hard border, fast track to unification, f**k the English. Hopefully with a knee to the groin. Then just walk out.