Britain's spirits lifted on hearing that twat who f**ked up the NHS is chancellor now

THE markets and Britain’s mood have been given a massive boost on discovering the arsehole who buggered up the NHS is back in government.

Following the sacking of Kwasi Kwarteng by Liz Truss for the idiotic mistake of being her chancellor, Jeremy Hunt has been given the post as reward for losing two leadership contests for being unpopular and crap.

A Conservative backbencher said: “Jeremy is a moderate and a safe pair of hands, as long as you don’t remember anything that he did between 2010 and 2019.

“Doctors won’t remember him fondly. Nor will nurses. His backing of Saudi Arabia’s war in Yemen may be a problem for some. Trying to hand Rupert Murdoch a broadcaster during a hacking scandal could be an issue for a prejudiced few.

“Even if you’ve not that much recall, his pissholes-in-halfwit-snow features, like a jack-in-the-box which yearns to be punched, will surely bring back feelings of rage. But he is the best person for the job. That’s where we are now.”

Joseph Turner of Braintree said: “Hunt? I f**king hate that prick. He’s one of the wankers responsible for the total state this country’s in.

“Still, we might get to hear journalists mispronounce his name in an amusingly obscene way. So there’s that.”

Six f**kwit things to order off Amazon when you're pissed

HAD a skinful? Fancy a random 2am online shopping trip? Get ready to wake up tomorrow and wonder why these stupid items have turned up at your door:

Pasta maker

You were sufficiently leathered to end up mindlessly watching Jamie Oliver repeats while stuffing crisps in your gob. That pasta machine looked great fun, dead easy to use, and would impress all the guests at the dinner parties you never have. When it arrives you don’t even get it out of the box before shoving it at the back of a cupboard.

Rowing machine

Drunk you was feeling a bit maudlin, wondering how you’ll ever get a partner when all you do is sit on the sofa necking beer. So you decided to blow £399 on a rowing machine which will get you a beach body and a hot lover in no time. Unfortunately when it arrives it won’t fit through the front door, so you leave it in the garden to slowly rust away.

Portrait of your cat

You bloody love your cat Sonic, you realise after drinking a bottle and a half of Shiraz. You love him so much that you’re going to commission some amateur artist to paint a picture of him. When it eventually turns up you are at first stumped as to why someone would post you a painting of a deformed animal, before looking at the invoice and realising you spent the money for the electricity bill on it.

Hot chocolate velvetiser

There’s been an advert on the telly and, oh my god, this is exactly what you’ve always wanted! You blow £30 on one and crawl into bed shitfaced and thrilled, before waking up in the morning and remembering that you don’t like hot chocolate and don’t understand why it needs to be ‘velvetised’, whatever that means. Resolve to give it to your sister for Christmas, along with the novelty Minions shower curtain you drunkenly bought a different time.

Lingerie for your partner

You’re pissed, horny and feeling anxious about your relationship, as your girlfriend has insisted on going out alone again. Your solution? To purchase some sexy underwear to spice things up. After you’ve had a wank and fallen asleep, you completely forget about it, until it arrives in the post and you have to explain to her that she’s now the proud owner of five pairs of cheaply made crotchless panties. She dumps you two days later.