How to cheat the private school VAT rise by quitting your job, uprooting your family and moving halfway across the country by tomorrow

SICK Communists in government have jeopardised your children’s futures by adding VAT to school fees. How can a humble, middle class professional like yourself cheat the system? 

Pack the car and flee

With mere months before the January 2025 deadline, you must act. Pile your family and most precious possessions into the Range Rover Evoque and, like asylum seekers fleeing a war-torn country, head for a new life in a county with adequate grammar school provision.

Take on new names and identities

The shame of being one of Starmer’s ‘lost generation’ will follow your children forever. For their own protection, change their names to ensure no-one can trace them to their privileged previous life at Abbeyford Prep.

Quit your job

Boss unreasonably refusing to let you work permanently from home, even though this is a crisis? Even though there’s no affordable decent catchment within commuting distance? Quit. You don’t need the money for fees now, anyway. Food can be begged.

Move into a hotel

Selling a house takes too long, so you may temporarily need to reside in a Travelodge across the road from an outstanding school. It means selling the dog, but your children will look back and agree that Poppy the chocolate lab wouldn’t have wanted them to mix with council estate ruffians.

Have faith

Bear in mind that every aspirational parent in the country is feeling the same pain and panic. Satisfy yourself that even though you are homeless, dogless and unemployed, with sufficient eleven-plus tutoring your children will still get into Russell Group universities and onto the Deloitte grad scheme.

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Woman so fancy she is marrying an Italian

A WOMAN has announced she is so much better than everyone else in Britain she must wed an Italian. 

Lucy Parry of Stockport has deemed herself too sophisticated for every single one of Britain’s 13 million single men and therefore had no option but to go shopping abroad.

Friend Lauren Hewitt said: “She’s always thought she was a cut above, but I never thought she’d go this far. He’s called Giuseppe.

“And yes, he’s very Mediterranean with his olive skin and open-necked shirt and sunglasses, but it’s ostentatious, isn’t it? Actually marrying a foreign national, just to prove the point that she considers herself beyond an engineer from Corby called Kevin?

“It’s not like she’s dated every man in the UK. There might have been one out there who’d do. But instead she’s straight on Jet2 cooing over the first man she meets who loves his mama’s gnocchi and drinks espresso from a tiny cup.

“What will they even talk about? I know for a fact she’s totally ignorant of Serie A. A few long evenings of him gesticulating about Puccini and she’ll wish she was slumped in front of the telly with a normal bloke who remembers Byker Grove.”

Parry said: “I always knew I was more special than everyone else and this proves it.”