Why it's perfectly legal that my genitals are registered as a shell corporation in the British Virgin Islands, by Nigel Farage

YES, the Farage Jewels are for tax purposes divested from the rest of the Farage body. Yes, they are registered offshore. Yes, ownership is opaque. Here’s why that’s fine. 

You see, my meat-and-two-veg – and I don’t care if calling them that offends the trans lobby – are a national asset. But, employed as they have largely been in servicing my Irish and German wives and my French partner, they have acquired an international hue.

Therefore I have to say they balk when subject to British taxation, which is absurdly high on proven wealth creators such as my old man downstairs. When that tax then goes to MoD diversity consultants, there’s a very real danger of dysfunction.

That’s why I made the decision to relocate my pud for tax reasons. Please note I did not choose Monaco but the British Virgin Islands, because British virgins are at the heart of everything I do.

The simplest way was to set my Mr Perkins up as his own corporation, wherein he receives benefits in kind from my financial activities but bears no liability. And filling in the paperwork alongside me? Many self-employed white van owners doing the same.

Now my Peter-and-Pauls are a corporation, they obviously pay a lower rate of tax and can be the beneficiary of interest-free loans from my other accounts, which is nice for them and makes them feel important.

So if my red, white and blue-veined flagstaff should choose to return that money to my partner in order to buy a house in Clacton which is my primary residence? Nothing more than honest gratitude and, I may say, a towering tribute to the strength of our relationship.

So that’s how I’ve financially arranged the fruitbowl. Nothing untoward about it and the desperate smears of the woke media only show how afraid they are. Direct genuine inquiries to My Bellend, Seascape House, Road Town, Tortula, VG11087.

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Six sophisticated meals it's difficult but not impossible to eat on white bread, by a Northerner

FOREIGN foods, supposedly delicious, are bloody awkward to slap between slices of Hovis Farmhouse Batch. These are grudgingly workable:

Coq au vin

A classic french dish consisting of chicken in a pointless red wine sauce because they burn the booze off. Traditionally served with bacon, so lob a leg into a bacon butty. Precisely laid rashers will act as a sauce-proof bottom-sheet to protect the load-bearing slice from collapsing. Bon appetit. Which is French.

Difficulty rating: four

Pappardelle al Cinghiale

The earthy, rich Italian flavours of this Tuscan pasta and wild boar ragu is a builder’s dream. Al dente pappardelle strips are double-sided sticky seals laid across the base slice, or latticed if you’re poncey. Infill with boar chunks before pushing the top slice down hard. Eat on a moor overlooking a mill town, as in Tuscany.

Difficulty rating: six

Crab soufflé with a beef dripping jus

This filling is, frankly, farting above its arsehole. Light, fluffy and suspect, it does have a solid backing of beef dripping as chips used to be done in back when there were mines. Hoist a chunk of this onto your slice and hold gingerly, like a woman’s arm in public.

Difficulty rating: eight

Pho

As tough as it gets. Ideally put together in the back yard to avoid mess. Use crusts, wear hi-viz, prepare with butter and remember it’s about noodle count per square inch. Enhance with a squeeze of lime if you must.

Difficulty rating: nine

Steak-and-kidney pie, chips, peas, gravy and Yorkshire pudding

You could put the lot inside a big Yorkshire pudding and squash them between two oven-bottom barms, if you’re lazy or in a Harvester. Engineers, such as used to build ships up here before Thatcher, would instead squeeze the pie into the pudding and place upside-down on bread. Add a drystone wall of chips. Fill the gap with peas. Saturate with gravy.

Difficulty rating: zero, if you had the good fortune to be born north of Crewe