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Wind from Johnsonâs arse will power every home in the UK
Addressing the Tory Party Conference, Boris Johnson has announced an ambitious plan that will see the endless flow of hot air and wind emanating from his bum-hole harnessed in a bid to supply the UK’s entire domestic electricity supply within ten years.
As ever when it comes to Mr Johnson’s sensational promises, hard details are in short supply, but it’s understood that from today onward he will eat only baked beans and hot spicy foods in a bid to build up initial reserves. One insider commenting off the record said, ‘The PM generates phenomenal amounts of wind wherever he goes so we hope he can deliver on his promise for once.’
Boffins are currently working on a sophisticated valve and detachable pipework system that will be inserted into Boris’s anus sometime next year. One wind expert commented, ‘With Mr Johnson undoubtedly being the nation’s biggest windbag it would be a shame to let this opportunity simply go to waste and disappear, as it were, on the breeze.’
NewsBiscuit is getting a face liftâŠand a tummy tuck
 In the next few weeks, you will hopefully notice that NewsBiscuit has had a big makeover. This is partly out of necessity but mainly due to a mid-life crisis on the part of our editors.
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Levelling up: Boris moves entire North offshore
The whole North of England has been moved to a PO Box in the British Virgin Islands, it was confirmed today.
‘Itâs the simplest way of levelling up’, said a government spokesman. ‘All northerner wages will cross the Atlantic, do the double Irish and circumnavigate the Channel Islands before hitting pockets. The only tax theyâll pay will be on Wetherspoons beer, pies and whippet insurance. Hardly any loss to the treasury, according to my mate Piers.’
However, some Conservatives expressed concern that the cost of public services for Redcar, Ribblesdale and Rotherham would fall on southern shoulders.
‘Thereâs an easy solution to that’, said a spokesperson for Jacob Rees-Mogg MP. ‘Stash the South in the Cayman Islands in a multilayered fund structure. Beyond that, Jacob reckons that if a wage-earner in Wokingham is stupid enough to lose his money to a Turkmen jumble sale scam thatâs his lookout. He should have gone to a better school.’
Tesla drivers overtake Audi drivers as the biggest pricks on UK roads
Thanks to the government-induced fuel shortage crisis, the âTesla Tosserâ has overtaken the âWhite Van Thugâ and the âAudi Moronâ to become the most hated road user in the country.
Stories have been circulating in the press about Tesla drivers openly mocking people stranded in 15-hour queues for petrol or driving past in reverse, giving them the finger.
A sobbing Audi driver in Basildon who wished to remain anonymous said, âthere was one bloke in front of me whoâd queued for five hours in his Tesla. Then when it was his turn, he gets out his car, said he just remembered he donât need petrol, creased up with laughter and drove off. Me and my mate were so shocked we had to stop fighting with a couple of electricians from Romford, and now Iâm suffering from utter prick complex.â
A motoring organisation spokesperson Mark Kelly agreed: âThey are utter pricks. Many of them have been pretending to run out of petrol and calling us up. As soon as we get to them, they say, âoh how silly of me, I quite forgot I donât need petrol,â and drive off. We caught one of them programming his car to play the Benny Hill theme when he pressed his horn. I hate them.â
âWeâve all got our fingers crossed at the that the French carry out their threat and pull the plug on electricity supplies over the festive period.â
Ironically early Christmas adverts just as annoying as the real thing
Ironic Christmas adverts that call attention to how absurdly early they are airing are just as irritating as the real thing, according to a highly scientific study.
These advertisements, which hit the publicâs screens as early as the beginning of October, are shrouded in a thick layer of sarcasm, but in fact provoke the same enraged reaction in the viewer as a sincere ad would.
Encouraging people to get Christmas done early with a wink and a nudge, is no less obnoxious than a supermarket putting up its Christmas tree pre-Halloween, or a small child handing you her present list before the schools go back, scientists report.
âSelf-awareness can only go so far,â said one angry couch potato. âJust because the ads themselves point out how early in the year it is, doesnât mean I can accept hearing Noddy Holder and Bing Crosby before the leaves have turned brown. Iâm still holding onto summer!â
Researchers warned that these adverts may contain knowing references to Halloween, bored teenagers rolling eyes at overexcited parents and unseasonal amounts of tinsel. The only known way to avoid the horror is to get off the sofa and venture outside into the mild autumn air.
âIf you think this is bad, wait till we reach November,â the report concludes.
Waitrose will unpack your âsmugâ while youâre out
Waitrose is to test a delivery service which will allow customers to experience all their innate superiority over their neighbours, without any of the tiresome waving of artisan cheese under their nose. Instead, the driver will unpack your priggishness and gnocchi, while you can enjoy a night at the theatre or an introductory lute-making class.
Drivers will gain access to your property (via the servantâs entrance) and carefully unload your over-priced snobbishness, from bags made from recycled conceit. Just in case your neighbours are away, the driver will nail your shopping list to their door, using vintage cast iron nail and a gluten-free baguette.
The driver will wear a body camera, allowing envious locals to view your wondrous array of halloumi, charcuterie and ricotta â which are coincidently the names of your children. Even neighbourâs pets will be left impressed by your dogâs tinned tofu treats, accompanied by doggy cruditĂ©s and avocado flavoured chorizo.
One shopper explained: âIâm obviously a better person, but I need you to know that as well. Itâs not enough that I voted Remain and can name more than one type of mustard. Everyone needs to know their place â in my case, itâs plaice with pea purĂ©e, served asparagus and not a nectar point in sightâ.
Scrapping traffic light system will cause carnage, warns AA
Abandoning the UK’s traffic light travel system, in place since 1868, could put drivers at risk, says the leading motoring organisation.
Under the new rules, motorists won’t be required to stop anywhere. It means that fully vaccinated drivers will no longer have to pull over in red list cities such as Birmingham and risk being infected by a virulent local dialect.
Audi drivers such as Nigel Palmer, 43, from Bromley, broadly welcomed the move: ‘I’ll miss running red lights, of course, but it means we can still carry on not stopping at pelican crossings, even when there are kiddies about, which is great news.’
A government spokesman explained that the old system was not fit for purpose and was in dire need of an overhaul. ‘It was a highly confusing system. All that red, red and amber, amber, green nonsense just stopped hard-working people going about their business. It can now go back to Brussels, where it belongs.’
The President of the National Association of Cyclists didn’t see what all the fuss was about, simply asking: ‘What on earth are traffic lights?’
âCelebrity HGV Driverâ programme may solve government crisis
Major broadcasters plan to come to the aid of the government by tapping into an endless supply of celebs that will do simply anything to have their faces on TV again, by helping solve the country’s HGV driver shortage.
A plethora of has-beens have been taking the simplified HGV test, before showing their skills behind the wheel.
Producers of the programme have been tight lipped about the content, but have revealed that there were a few issues while filming. One hopeless celeb laughed as they delivered a tipper load of topsoil to a filling station on the M4. Another walked off the set after dropping some Toyota radiators at a Nissan factory. There was even a case of 20 tons of prime beef being delivered to a vegan wholesaler.
‘Some of the celebs seemed to struggle with the bastard gear changes of a Foden S20′, said one lorry driver, brought in as a consultant expert on the programme. ‘But those who got the Scania R420 just had a smug look on their faces – understandably so, its a dream of a ride.’
An ex model/reality star, who broke several of her nails fixing the sewerage extraction pipes to the pump of her clapped out Volvo F86, said the last straw came after she had not been supplied with pink protective gloves with a feathery trim. The unnamed star was last heard shouting the soon to be famous programme catchphrase:Â Â “I’m a celebrity, get me out of the layby on the A404!” .
Leaves on line to be removed by dry ice and Legs & Co
Evoking a feel of 1970’s pyrotechnics, National Rail will be using dry ice to remove obstructions and introduce a song by Slade. It will also help conceal any rises in fares, through a mystical display of light, sound and share dividends.
The dry ice will make any leaves brittle but also cover up the transition between bands and the worst excesses of platform shoes. Rail firms had considered using other elements from Top of the Pops to clear the lines, but trials of DJ Jimmy Saville ended up clearing all the younger commuters, instead.
One driver explained: ‘Itâs very exciting. As I approach the platform through the swirling mist, you don’t know if Iâm the 7.52 from Paddington or Suzi Quatro’.
Your new boss is too much to bear after just two weeks
After having given him the benefit of the doubt for a fortnight you have come to the conclusion that your new boss is definitely a moron and that now you will have to look for a new job.
You were hoping that he wouldn’t be, especially as he seemed to be ‘not a bad sort’ when he interviewed you along with that pointlessly bland HR woman who constantly referred to herself as the HR person. Sadly now your hopes have been dashed as you’d trust (call me) Andy’s judgment about as much as you’d trust a particularly intellectually challenged amoeba as your phone a friend on Millionaire.
Why? Well it’s mostly down to the endless stream of emails he sends out to you and the others in the team. He can’t form a cohesive sentence, his punctuation is dire and as for his spelling… does he ever check his spelling before hitting the send button?
The final straw came today when he sent this – ‘so from Monday and in line with our new lets all eat healthy policy the works’ canteen will no longer be serving sausage’s, chicken nugget’s or hash browns, as they have been pacifically identified as nonproductive foodstuff’s in the workplace.‘
The apostrophe abuse in that alone made you want to cry for mankind. For Jesus sake! This man earns three times what you do and he is obviously an idiot. How can you respect him?
Well it’s simple, you just can’t. So you’re tendering your resignation today.
Sausage’s? SAUSAGE’S??? Gaahhhhhhhhhh!!!
Dinosaurs: asteroid âwas good for them in the long-runâ
The Dinosaurs eventually recovered and thrived after their culture was interrupted by âa large rockâs completely unnecessary decision to leave space and crash into Earthâ, a government spokesperson claimed today.
âSure, the dinos faced a temporary adjustment to less food, less sunlight and less being alive, » said the spokesperson, « but look at them now! Theyâve never been more economically active! Have you seen how much Jurassic Park merch goes for?â
ThĂ© spokesperson cited other examples of short term pain for long term gain, including Brexit, the hundred yearsâ war, the Black Death, and his mate Dave having to sit through a short speech by Grant Shapps before spending the rest of the evening in the Brew Dog.
Leaked papers land Mayor of Cowes in freebie donkey ride scandal
The Isle of Wight has been rocked by the latest revelations in the so-called Pandora Papers, that show that Arthur Entwhistle, Mayor of Cowes, has been using his position to obtain free donkey rides for his grandchildren for the last 3 summers. Documents also appear to show him treating seaside snacks as tax-deductible expenses, with one receipt for a stick of candy floss and 3 ice cream cones â all with flakes, wafer and strawberry sauce â showing the lavish lifestyle which Mr Entwhistle enjoyed.
âI honestly had no idea what was going onâ said Agatha, one of the donkeys that has found herself unwittingly at the heart of the scandal. âI thought I saw those kids quite a lot, Iâd remember them anywhere after Kyle was sick on me that time, but I am a simple artiste dedicated to serving my public – I donât concern myself with the grubby finances of the business.â
However, Mr Entwhistle has denied that he has done anything wrong. âItâs all perfectly legalâ he said. âIf a donkey owner worried about the renewal of their licence wishes to offer my grandchildren a free ride, for example once every Saturday and every weekday afternoon in the school holidays, who am I to suspect anything untoward? Now if youâll excuse me, my wife and I are hoping to purchase a beach hut for our retirement, and our estate agents Blair and Blair tell us thereâs a lot of paperwork we need to complete.â
Police offer advice to women on what to do while being murdered by police
Women have been told to ask for a police officer’s warrant card and if possible use a mobile phone to photograph it and send it to a local police station or their MP while being murdered by the policeman. The police have also suggested that while being unlawfully killed women should take a note of the officer’s number and jot down any physical characteristics that might later identify him.
In related news, it is understood police will also later publish guidance on how to spot undercover police officers, particularly those who turn out to be a woman’s husband or co-habitee.
A spokesman said that occurrences like the recent murder, failure to deal with warning signs, the Stephen Lawrence case, the cover up of the Stephen Lawrence case, the cover up over the Daniel Morgan case, and multiple cases of undercover officers committing sexual offences as well as yet-to-be disclosed cases of police crimes are ‘flashes in the pan’.
‘We think the public should sleep easy in their beds, but we do advise they check the loved one with whom they are sharing that bed is who he says he is, so make an identity check part of your bedtime routine.’
Man wildly optimistic ahead of flat pack assembly
A man with no DIY experience has set aside around 15 minutes to assemble a 300 piece cabin bed this weekend.
Having glanced through the 36-page instruction booklet, 40-year-old Nick Ferguson plans to start the job at around 6pm on Saturday and will definitely be done by quarter past if not slightly before.
‘I’ll simultaneously be making a vegetarian chilli,’ he said. ‘And I’m going to complete both tasks in a cool and fun way that involves my three young children.’
Meanwhile Mrs Ferguson was hastily making plans to take the kids to her mothers.
‘DIY with Nick is what you might call a journey,’ she said.
‘One that begins relatively calmly, progresses to high strength alcohol and ends with him screaming Rudyard Kiplings ‘If’ into the mirror at around 1.30am.
‘Usually with a serious injury to his face or hands.’
Matt Ward
NewsBiscuitâs â15 Years of Typosâ â now available in hardback
Having hit your shelves a year ago and selling all of 2 copies, Â â15 Years of Typosâ is finally available in hardback. The perfect draft excluder for this Christmas. This humble collection of stories is the culmination of years of frantic scribbling and at least three minutes of careful editing.
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Launched 2006 by John OâFarrell, with the noble aims of eradicating global poverty, creating a lasting peace in the Middle East and providing a daily dose of humour to bored people at work. Since then, after many cups of tea and plenty of biscuits, we are confident that George. W. Bush would agree â âMission Accomplishedâ.
All profits from the book go directly to charity. We are delighted to support âArts Emergencyâ the award-winning mentoring charity and support network (https://www.arts-emergency.org/) helping young people get a fair start in arts and humanities. And âEnglish Penâ â one of the worldâs oldest human rights organisations, championing the freedom to write and read around the word (https://www.englishpen.org/)
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Man shocked to learn he is tall after stranger points it out
A man has been left stunned after finding out he is tall.
‘Big Mike’, 39, had never thought of himself as tall until a complete stranger pointed it out: ‘Suddenly the pieces fell into place. I often wondered why my trousers finished at my ankles, why I was always banging my head on doorways, why everyone else was so short. It was only when this bloke in the pub went ‘blimey you’re tall’ I thought ‘am I? …yes, actually he might be on to something’…then it all made sense.
Everyone has been amazing, if I ever forget that I am tall, there is always a friendly stranger to ask me what the weather is like up there, it never gets old.
I finally understand why they call me ‘Big Mike’ – I can’t believe I never realised before. Now I just need to work out why my other nickname is ‘Sarcastic Mike’, maybe I’ll ask that friendly stranger to help me out with that one too’.
Quantum physicists excited to learn that string theory also works with elastic bands
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Jack Yates
Pepysâ Diary: Famine by Christmas
To the coffee house behind the Exchange. There, much talk of the likelihood of a famine across the land. The fields are full of produce yet there are none to pick it. If picked there is no means to transport it, as all the carters, wherryman, and pack horse drivers where expelled to Bohemia, Silesia,and Hungary in the great Purge last year.
Milord Raab is being petitioned to despatch the felons from the Hulks off Woolwich to the fields to work the fields. The stronger types will be chained to great wagons and pull them loaded with food and goods to the Towns. This will be a Great Undertaking and if it fails, it is feared plenty of persons will starve by the Winter.
There has been much disorder at the news and many Ruffians have fought with each other in the roads for what scraps they can find. Other scoundrels have been seen stealing fuel from depots and carrying it away in flimsy nets. Would that there were covered in tar and set aflame as an example to others.
And so home to fashion a hiding place for our drinks and victuals in readiness for the Mobbe.