The Archbishop of Canterbury on... the bottomless idiocy of Susan fucking Hall

WAKING caked in vomit, my head pounding like Mr Fred Flintstone at his front door and my underwear clearly bearing a double load but otherwise fine, I recall this week’s events.

An image was widely circulated of me at the pulpit during morning service glowering and giving the single finger to a member of the congregation – a Conservative MP who had incurred my, and incidentally the Lord’s, displeasure by his very existence.

There was a predictable outcry and even demands from the right that the Church of England be defunded. I stood on the steps of Lambeth Palace and issued the following statement to the gathered media.

‘I understand that my gesture at yesterday’s service, which was accurately interpreted and fully in context, has caused some dismay. There have been calls for me to apologise. My response to those calls and those who make them is as follows: Fuck off.’ I did not take questions.

Leaving my robes to be burned, I shower, breakfast and peruse a periodical where I read that Boris Johnson has given evidence at the Covid inquiry. Amid reports that he considered Covid to be ‘nature’s way of dealing with old people’, he took none of the blame for the government’s handling of the crisis.

Roast my fucking scrotum on an open fire, you are manifestly not fit to be in charge of a comb, let alone a country! The fucking state of you! Mind you, you’re right, the blame for the government’s callous, cackhanded uselessness does lie with someone else – the stupid cunts who fucking voted for you! Ironically, many of whom promptly died as a direct result of your belief they were senile wastes of space who’d outlived their uselefulness once they’d got you into No 10! Way to look after your constituency, you dreadful twat! Now fuck off and retire to Disgraceful-Upon-Shitheel!

Equalities minister Kemi Badenoch has claimed there is an ‘epidemic’ of young gay children being told that they are transgender, describing it as ‘a new form of conversion therapy’ and has vowed to legislate to curb this phenomenon.

No there fucking well isn’t, you lying, bigoted streak of shit! This is just something you frothed up from fucking nowhere! The only ‘epidemic’ there is right now is one of far-right pricks having a pop at trans people like they’re the biggest danger facing the world right now to distract from the absolute pig’s sphincter of a job you’re making of running the fucking country! You’re not doing anything remotely relevant or useful, you’re just killing time till you appear on I’m A Celebrity… Put Me In Charge Of The Cocking Tories!

Conservative London mayoral candidate Susan Hall was interviewed about her claim she was pickpocketed on the Tube, for which she blamed Sadiq Khan, before her wallet was returned to her untouched. Nonetheless, she persisted in her claim.

Oh, for crying the fuck out loud, will you not think for one second of the humiliation you are visiting on those people unlucky enough to be your relatives? The spectacle you’re making of yourself in front of those poor bastards who are going to have to spend Christmas fucking Day with you? You’re sticking to this story? Have you got some sort of fucking allergy to the fucking truth? If you ended up running London you’d make such a calamitous hash of it that within three weeks they’d have to declare Birmingham the emergency capital of the fucking country!

Finally, the last batch of episodes of The Crown will be available to watch this week, bringing us all but up to speed with the British monarchy’s second Elizabethan age.

Oh dear Lord and fuck my white rabbit, what treats have we got in store for this one? Prince Phillip’s ghost granting wishes? William and Harry wrestling naked by the fucking fireplace? Prince Charles’s plants talking back to him to offer him oral? It turning out that the last eighty years have all been a fucking dream? Like an incontinent, arthritic fucking corgi, this wretched series can’t be put out of its misery soon enough!

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'A press conference to tell everyone to vote for your shit?' my wife says. 'So we are at late Theresa May'

From the diary of Rishi Sunak, Britain’s least patient prime minister

‘YOU remember,’ Akshata says, ‘she did it every two weeks. Press conference, Downing Street, everyone expecting she resigns then she says “Vote for my Brexit.”’ 

‘It’s not like that,’ I snap, not because I’m tetchy but because this line of inquiry is not what the public wants. ‘It’s exactly like that,’ she says, ‘down to where you challenge Labour to vote for it. So desperate.’

‘I was resolute, confident, firm and out of patience,’ I retort. ‘She was in the final stages of an administration that failed to deliver on any of its promises and was beset on all sides by enemies.’ ‘Mm,’ Akshata says.

The truth is I’m testy because it’s been a challenging week. Jenrick gone, the new Rwanda bill attacked, Boris not even having the decency to distract by putting on a show. Instead he’s doing the tears-and-contrition routine to the point I’m surprised he hasn’t claimed the condom broke.

‘We are at that stage,’ my wife continues. ‘The podium out every other week, the rising hope it’s for a resignation, the let-down when it’s a vain attempt to get MPs to back her. Serious late May vibes.

‘You remember? You watched it, cackling at the text from Boris in your little WhatsApp group? When your plan was to take over as chancellor from Zahawi in 2023?’

And, just like that, I’m cast back to happier times. Brexit collapsing, Corbyn in power, forcing lobby journalists to take the Malthouse Compromise seriously, knowing that it was all just nonsense cooked up to destroy a leader so unpopular she’d never win an election.

‘So I… am May?’ I say, haltingly. ‘They hate me as much as they hated her? And Rwanda matters as little as Northern Ireland did?’

‘You are May,’ Akshata says, soothingly. ‘Look how happy she is with it all over. Soon that’s you.’