To keep Nigel secure? Let him command the 3rd Division of the British Army

By Abigail Pennson, our reasonable, plain-speaking middle-class columnist unable to understand why we’re not tarring and feathering Starmer

‘WE offered him security,’ Labour bleated. A bodyguard? A car? Pathetic. Do they not realise that, through not fault of his own, Nigel is the most loathed man in Britain?

He receives 300 death threats per minute, or 1,500 per fag smoked. Unable to appear in public since 2014, three lookalikes killed by Iranian assassins, living in a GB News bunker. And you offer him a car?

The five million pounds donated for his security is long gone. MIM-104 Patriot missiles aren’t cheap. He’s still around because he shrugs off attempts on his life as suavely as Roger Moore’s Bond and is as attractive to women. But it’s not sustainable.

If Britain is to take threats to Farage, and by extension the subsidiary Reform members, seriously? He needs his own Army division. I recommend the 3rd.

They fought at Waterloo, the Somme, and on Sword Beach on D-Day. With credentials like that they’re patriotic enough for Nigel, though he might have follow-up questions if they’re to keep their citizenship.

With 10,000 men, armoured units in Challenger tanks and three attack regiments in helicopters, he’ll have the firepower to fight off attacks from the BBC, the Guardian and James O’Brien of LBC. But he must be in total command.

As Hegseth has discovered, you can’t trust generals. Some of them are black, others have beards, and low testosterone is endemic. Anyway, Nigel is a military genius. You should hear him in full flow about how he’d have led the Third Reich to victory at Kursk!

So top of your to-do list, Burnham, above even ‘resign in disgrace’: ‘Award Nigel Farage the Iron Division as his personal security’. He promises he won’t hold a coup. He will, but you don’t know that.

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Just under the eyebrow, and other lesser-known erogenous zones, with the Mash sex columnist

WHEN considering the sexy areas of the body, the mind immediately goes to the big three: arse, tits and bits. But, amazingly, there’s actually more to human sexuality than those. 

The body is as crammed with erotic Easter eggs as a triple-A videogame, just waiting to be discovered. Search out these arousing locations to stick your tongue in:

Just beneath the eyebrow

Did you know that the bit of skin between your eyelid and your brow is packed full of more nerve endings than a penis? Admittedly a small penis. Your bearded barista’s eyebrow piercing isn’t there to make you feel old, but to enhance sexual pleasure. Ask him about it when ordering a flat white.

Between your index finger and middle finger

While fingering is the ultimate pleasure for the receiver, it also brings the giver that bit closer to climax. That’s because the flesh between those two dominant fingers is, according to scientists, ‘the crotch of the hand’, conjuring a spiral of ecstasy when stimulated.

The back of the head

You might not have eyes there, but you’ve got an ‘mmm’. Sexologists believe a light rap to the back of the skull can be just as titillating as a spank on the buttocks. Good news for baldies, whose lack of hair means they get maximum pleasure out of this cheeky move.

The base of the heel

No longer the reserve of the grand vizier’s torturers, whipping the base of the foot can send your lover into a sexual frenzy that will have them spilling more than just heretical secrets. The hard skin on the heel is perfect for you to try out some exotic strokes. No need to be gentle!

The bit where labels poke your neck

That irritating feeling where a label on a T-shirt is tickling the back of your neck? That’s actually you misidentifying your extreme arousal. For naughty couples play, try sewing a few extra tags into your lover’s clothing and going out in public. No one will be aware of your dirty secret.

The teeth

Tongues come to the fore in sexual situations, but bypassing those pearly whites means missing out on unimaginable pleasure. Tonight, try brushing your partner’s teeth for them, or, if he’s a sugar daddy, cleaning his dentures. It turns what is essentially masturbation into a team effort, and dentistry into domme sex work.