Cadbury's lose Royal Warrant after King's 'shattering' Creme Egg experience

CONFECTIONER Cadbury’s can no longer display a Royal Warrant after an incident between the King and a Creme Egg which he is still not entirely over. 

The chocolate maker has been dropped after 170 years at Charles’s insistence following the March experience which left him ‘a broken man’.

A Palace insider said: “He was given it by children at a school. Foolishly, his handlers allowed him to keep it.

“In the back of the Royal Bentley he held it up, chuckling and admiring it from all angles. ‘A chocolate egg!’ he kept saying. ‘Not even lightly jewelled! What will they think of next?’

“Once he found out it was edible he was determined to try it. ‘I have enjoyed the eggs of quails, swans, ostriches and even hens, so why not the egg of the proud and lonely Creme?’ he said. It was brought to him on a silver tray, under a cloche.

“He took his first bite and his face contorted in horror. Manfully, he swallowed it. Unable to admit he was wrong he took another, and over the next 72 hours was treated for shock, tachycardia, hyperventilation, and dissociative disorder.

“The King can no longer admire his collection of Fabergé eggs. The colour purple brings him out in a sweat. He wakes up screaming ‘Ovoids!’ Removing the warrant is only the beginning.”

King Charles III said: “I feel the safest course is to destroy Birmingham before this spreads.”

British person lives abroad because he is fundamentally superior

A BRITISH man living in Berlin has confirmed it is because he is better, both physically and spiritually, than those who have remained in the country of their birth. 

Tom Logan, aged 30, is back in Huddersfield for Christmas and to remind others that by residing in a different country he is, and forever will be, a class above them.

He said: “Even in my youth, I think it was obvious I was too cool and interesting for Huddersfield. They probably expected me to move to London. That’s imaginative for them.

“Instead, not 12 years later, I arrive from foreign climes, the exotic air of Berlin still pervading my clothing. That’s Berlin the cool one, where artists live. And me. I live there as well.

“God, this place seems so small compared to the grand avenues of Berlin. And the mighty river Spree. And all the cosmopolitan, bohemian people like myself who discourse about architecture by day and party all night.

“They call me ‘the Englishman’ because over there, I’m the foreigner. Though of course I don’t fit in here anymore either. Shall we go to a nightclub so I can say how pathetic it is compared to Berghain? You’ve never heard of Berghain? Oh my God.”

Brother Oliver said: “We’re pleased Tom moved to Berlin. Not only did it get rid of him, but it gave him something other than vinyl to build a personality around.”