The art of the U-turn, by Sir Keir Starmer

POLITICS is like any relationship – it’s about compromise. And a Machiavellian brain like mine can compromise any enemy into submission by abandoning his beliefs at every turn.

It doesn’t matter what you’re arguing about. You could be debating what to have for breakfast, the baffling ending of 28 Years Later, or screwing over the disabled. Promptly backing out of your views will leave your opponents bewildered.

This is the art of the U-turn. Veering in and out of sincerely held opinions has taken me from being the humble son of a toolmaker to leading the country with a majority of 165. I stand for nothing and that’s popular.

At work, I keep backbenchers on their toes with minute-by-minute U-turns. Like judo, I use the weight of their own expectations against them. You assume I’m holding firm on my winter fuel policy, then you’re sprawling on the floor of the House.

I always be closing on U-turns. Even technology isn’t safe. When the self checkout asks if I need a bag, I click no then scan one anyway, to keep it guessing.

This blizzard of flip-flopping throws the haters. My U-turns make me a chameleon, a shapeshifter. I’m more Teflon than Trump, who I simultaneously adore and disapprove of.

Folding on the welfare bill is nothing. Next I’m going to U-turn on my name, political allegiance and species. Tomorrow the country will be run by Excelsior, the benevolent cloud of iron filings, and you’ll be so disconcerted you’ll go along with it.

When I’m truly drunk with power, I may even U-turn on U-turning. But that would leave me vulnerable to threats like integrity and accountability, so I don’t think I’ll do that.

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Rest of country demands unbearable London heat be livestreamed

THE rest of the UK has requested that today’s 33ºC heat in London be viewable on a livestream for their entertainment and pleasure. 

As the majority of the UK enjoys pleasant temperatures and perhaps even a light shower, Londoners are sweltering in a hell which could provide unmissable internet entertainment.

Nathan Muir of Manchester said: “We’re owed this after a dry Glastonbury.

“The camera can flip between stalled Tube trains full of the perspiring undead to exhaust-choked streets to boiling parks where they eat pathetic £8 warm salads while pigeons fall from trees around them, killed by the sheer heat.

“I’d have it on a little window in one corner of the screen, where porn goes when I’m not in the office, and draw succour all day from their suffering. I hope there’s a fat cabbie.”

Donna Sheridan of Hull agreed: “I’d like to see them undertake some pitiable leisure activity. Maybe a game of frisbee abandoned to the filthy heat, drinking in a tiny and unusably crowded pub garden, or just trying to sleep with the windows open.”

A BBC spokesman said: “Unfortunately this has been deemed impractical. It’s London, we wouldn’t get through an hour before someone shouted ‘F**k the IDF’.”