Man driving 2008 Fiat Punto not buying Jaguar because it’s 'gone woke'

A MAN working night shifts as a security guard and driving a 16-year-old Fiat Punto has abandoned plans to buy a Jaguar F-Type because the brand is now woke. 

51-year-old Wayne Hayes of Colchester had always pictured himself behind the wheel of a luxury sports car, but the recent rebrand means he is now envisaging driving a Porsche or Alfa Romeo to his minimum wage position instead.

He said: “This is what happens when you turn against your loyal customers. Go woke go broke, Jaguar.

“Just look at those multi-racial models. How can they expect a man like me, suffering the classic mid-life crisis while living in a flat above a kebab shop, to shell out £87,000 now? I don’t feel seen.

“What happened to aspiration? Where’s the appeal to their traditional audience who likes to flick through an old issue of Top Marques in the hut on a cold night when I’ve done everything in the Puzzler? It’s not that I’ve abandoned them. They’ve abandoned me.

“No, from now on when I tell the lads in Spoons what car I’m going for when my lottery numbers come up, it’ll be the Porsche 992 or that one Daniel Craig drove in the last film where he died. Until then I’ll stick with the Punto. It’s only got 165,000 miles on it so it’ll last a while yet.”

He added: “Mind you, electric charging would come in handy because I’ve got my mate Andy to fiddle my meter.”

Not sitting next to the boss: Office Christmas party options you wish were on offer

THE time has come to select your flavour of forced festivity with workmates. But you’re offered bone-dry turkey or pan-roasted hake when these are the options you want: 

Not sitting next to the boss

Free wine gets you through most painful small talk. Not an option if you’re engaged in what is effectively a three-hour job interview with the man or woman who holds your future in their hands. While wearing an orange paper crown. One tipsy misstep could give away that you don’t know what you’re doing or why the company exists.

No f**king Christmas music

Nothing ruins the festive mood more. Except those who love it, demand everyone name their favourite Christmas song and you ruin the mood by choosing Steeleye Span’s version of Gaudete. Ideally, the event would take place in complete silence or be soundtracked by something everyone likes, such as 70s prog rockers Van der Graaf Generator.

Opting out of Secret Santa

It’s hard enough to buy thoughtful presents for those you love, let alone those you speak to once a month in the office kitchen. All you know about Tom is that he’s an HR Manager who drinks coffee and goes to the toilet. Those might not be his main interests, but he’s getting a novelty toilet-shaped jar of coffee regardless.

Donna shouldn’t be allowed to drink

You like Donna, which is why you spend every works do keeping her sober. Terrible things happen when she isn’t – snogging interns, vomiting in fish tanks, trying to score coke off bus drivers. Who could forget those eight hours in A&E after Donna broke her nose attempting to flush the toilet in All Bar One? Donna, apparently.

A 5pm curfew

Work socials are still work. Continuing after your allotted hours is unpaid overtime. You’d rather be at home but you’re forced to get smashed, go to a karaoke bar to perform Gimme Gimme Gimme, stagger home at 2am and piss in the garden. Then explain to your partner how you resented every second while nursing a massive hangover.

Everyone gets £50 to go to the pub on their own

The ultimate Christmas party option would be for everyone to piss off. Fifty notes stuck behind the bar of an old-man local to sink pints alone and happy. None of those bastards from the office around and nothing to do but get hammered. But that’s not what Christmas is all about, is it?