£9,535 a year to doss around and get pissed still pretty good value for money

NINE and a half grand to spend a year hanging out with your mates in the prime of your youth is still a good deal, students have been told.

Undergraduates have been urged to overlook the minor matter of yet another tuition fee U-turn by bastards to focus on £9,535 a year being a fair price for a year of hard partying with the possibility of higher-paid employment afterwards.

Education secretary Bridget Phillipson said: “You’re living with your mates. Your body can withstand multiple benders five nights a week. Weed dealers make house calls. Either way you slice it, this jacked-up rate’s still a bargain.

“If you’re smart and chose a BA, you’ve got a maximum eight hours of contact time a week. The rest of it’s your own to go absolutely f**king hogwild with, and believe me I did.

“When you’re in the real world, nine and a half grand can’t even get you on the property ladder. Yet here you are getting a degree and a yeast infection from some random fresher. That’s living.

“Yes, it used to be free. So did squatting in central London. But compare it to living at home and working at Domino’s and we should be charging you double, because that’s what this experience is worth.”

17-year-old Tom Booker said: “Three years of non-stop casual sex and recreational drug use and the only downside is a lifetime of crippling debt? Where do I sign?”

Napalm Death, and five other bands who will never be immortalised with a West End musical

ABBA, Queen and Frankie Valli have been successfully interpreted for the stage, so why not these classic acts? Don’t families deserve to see them? 

Throbbing Gristle (1975-81, 2004-2010) 

These industrial music pioneers have yet to attain Broadway, despite such matinee-friendly practices as lyrics about porn and third-degree burns or their on-stage use of Nazi imagery. Though Genesis P-Orridge and Cosey Fanni Tutti are marketable names and would look good on branded hoodies.

Napalm Death (1981-ongoing) 

These West Midlands grindcore death metallists would be able to pack a show with their back catalogue, as songs often last less than a minute. But the sheer wall of noise can be difficult to scream along with, and your mum’s unlikely to join in with Mentally Murdered by growling gutturally into her handbag, headbanging and stage-diving. Not with her hip.

Rage Against The Machine (1991-2000, 2007-2011, 2019-2024) 

The Battle of Los Angeles does sound like a climactic all-cast second-half showpiece number, but anti-authoritarian rap-metal could be a difficult evening out at the Shaftesbury Theatre with the girls from work. Then again they did have a Christmas number one in 2009 and everyone joins in the chorus of Killing In The Name. Actually this could happen.

Kraftwerk (1970-ongoing) 

These synthmeisters were renowned for the economy of their performances, standing behind keyboards and barely moving a muscle. They had no backing dancers and the lyrics, if any, were spoken word in heavy German accents. This makes them ideal for a holographic comeback, but Kraut electronica doesn’t inspire singalong coach trips.

Sleaford Mods (2007-ongoing)

Celebrating the still-technically-active career of these punk-hop agitprop ranters has the advantage that it could star the original band and might as well, they’d be cheap. However, the strong political stance and relentless topicality of Jason Williamson’s lyrics would offend almost the average theatre audience. As would the profanity, the East Midlands accent, and the music.

The Sex Pistols (1975-1978) 

The audience is the right age, there’s loads of drama, and a natural second-act tearjerker moment when Sid Vicious ascends to punk heaven. There’s even audience participation, ie spitting. Only one problem: there’s only about four songs. That can’t be stretched to reach interval drinks.