There is no need to slag the partying, brexiting, hard working Tories.
Ungagged Satire
You’re Muted
Warning We are approaching 2020 As you leave the craft, collect hand sanitizer, a mask, And a full-face visor for your one task Which you must accept To prevent contamination Now fear not, for you will also find some peace. A short respite from the warring, starving nations Who must now repel disease. And […]
Every Street Needs a Trevor
Let me start by quoting E.M. Forster. Ooh, tomorrow – some fool will start the Machine again, tomorrow.” “Never,” said Kuno, “never. Humanity has learned its lesson.” A Doctor friend of mine has been on his social media, pouring scorn on taxi drivers delivering alcohol to alcoholics. I meet Doctor Anon on my daily shuffle […]
MY 11-STEP INDUCTION INTO THE CULT OF CORBYN (PART 3)
THE GOLDEN DAWN; CAMDEN CHAOS-MAGICIANS; AND THE WINTER OF MILD DISCOMFORT By Stevedore McCormack (sic) STEP #8: MANCHURIAN CANDIDATES AND LOW-GRADE PATSIES Kenneth Pringle took a long drag on his cigarette, exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke and delivered his coup de grace: ‘I am now 100% certain that Stephen Kinnock is a mind-controlled asset. […]
MY INDUCTION INTO THE CULT OF CORBYN (Part 2)
by Stevedore McCormack (sic) Read Part One of the Cult of Corbyn Series here I have a confession: on marches and demos in the 80’s I never quite knew who I was listening to up on those makeshift stages. I often got confused between Dave Nellist and Jeremy Corbyn (I suppose in retrospect it must […]
MY 11-STEP INDUCTION INTO THE ‘CULT OF CORBYN’
MY 11-STEP INDUCTION INTO THE ‘CULT OF CORBYN’ By Stevedore McCormack (sic) STEP 1: THE PRAGUE CONNECTION By January 1997 I was a mess, both mentally and physically. As I stumbled aboard the Gatwick-bound plane in Prague my head was throbbing and beating like an illegal rave was taking place in my brain. I needed […]
CHEQUERS: THE LAST DAYS OF MAY
CHEQUERS: THE LAST DAYS OF MAY Disunity, disloyalty and hundred-foot-high turnstiles on the Irish Border The inside scoop on what really happened at that fateful meeting at Chequers BREXIT DEBATE. CHEQUERS. FRIDAY 6th JULY 2018 (There is general hubbub and conversation around the table) PM Yes thank you everyone, thank you for […]
The day of the Royal Baby Drop (An on the spot report)
We’ve been on the scramble for the scoop. The run down of just what happened in that fucking hospital. And they’ve closed ranks. Even the Middleton’s uncle Pauline wouldn’t say a bastard thing. Johnny and I absolutely barked questions at Witchell and plied the greasyshit with@_Ungagged‘s annual entertainments budget (a fucking tenner. There’s nothing entertaining […]
Prick Knobinson, Royal Correspondant
Philip Richard (P. Ric., or “Prick”) Knobinson-Canute is a journalist best known for his weekly column, “Last Orders,” in the high end magazine, “Fox and Turf,” and also notorious for a feckless and chaotic career and life of alcohol abuse. He became associated with the louche and bohemian atmosphere that existed in London’s Soho district, […]
Introducing Our Royal Correspondant
As the British Queen hits 92, Prick Knobinson introduces himself and his remit in this article. Welcome to my Royal column. That’s what I say regularly at night to the wife. She hates that. The feeling is mutual. Anyway, enough about me, I’m going to drink my daily bottle of London Gin while I talk to […]