Six punches John Prescott could have thrown to make Britain better

FORMER deputy prime minister John Prescott, whose greatest achievement was punching a protester, has passed on. If only he had punched these too:

Tony Blair

Just to keep him honest. Just to keep him focused on the issues he was swept into office for, rather than throwing it all away on Iraq. No reason, no warning, but every so often, post-cabinet meeting, a casual turn, a dropped shoulder and wham. ‘That’s how we do it at comprehensive school in Prestatyn, you smarmy f**ker. To keep you in line.’

Saddam Hussein

And speaking of Iraq, did we really need an entire war when we had Prescott on hand? The same age as Saddam, both powerfully built, he could have settled the whole conflict by challenging the despot to a good old-fashioned post-pint punch-up in the car park of a flat-roofed pub in Hull. And lamped him one right in the ‘tache.

The Millennium Dome

‘They’re building bloody what? A big tent on the Thames? And they’ve no idea what the bollocks they want to put in it apart from a giant crouching nude boy? Get it over here. You that Dome, mate? Have this. There. He won’t be giving you any more trouble. Use the land for affordable housing, for cock’s sake.’

The iceberg in Titanic

The optimism of New Labour’s election was blunted by two tragedies: the death of Princess Diana and the film Titanic. Even Prescott’s right arm couldn’t have stopped the first, but the former ship’s steward would have seen that iceberg coming, shattered it with one blow, ensured the ship reached New York and restored faith in British engineering.

Big Brother

If a man with Prescott’s common sense had stepped in, early doors, and told reality TV it was not buggering about making dirt-cheap shite for decent licence-payers on his watch, delivered a solid twatting to the jaw and added ‘Get it scripted, son’ then Love Island and MAFS would not be blighting the lives of the young today. Wouldn’t that be a better world?

Russell Brand

The man was clearly a wanker back then, high on My Booky Wook and obscene phone calls to Andrew Sachs. It’s always been clear all he needs is a stern father figure to stop him pissing about and get him back on track. A wallop to the jaw from Prescott would have set him, and the whole country, to rights. Sorted.

Neither member of couple enjoying sexy lingerie

NEITHER member of a couple are finding a basque and suspenders sexy despite both enthusiastically pretending to, it has emerged.

Ellie Shaw and Jack Browne initially thought lacy underwear would bring some much-needed excitement to their sex life, before discovering it only added expense and stress.

Shaw said: “Do you know how much a silk basque, suspender belt and stockings cost? A bloody fortune, so I bought the cheapest I could find an Amazon, and it all itches like f**k.

“On top of that, I feel like I’ve put on a silly costume to try and seduce Jack, while he’s lying there in jeans and t-shirt as usual. Why doesn’t he have to dress up like a dickhead?

“I don’t want to ruin his naughty fantasies, so I’ll just have to grit my teeth, get through it, then claim the washing machine sadly destroyed the whole lot.”

Browne said: “Sexy lingerie is supposed to be hot. They don’t mention the agonising interpersonal tension as you wonder if she now despises you for making her dress like a prostitute.

“Also it’s so complicated. Have you seen how many tiny hooks and eyes a basque has? D’you know how to undo suspenders? I don’t, they didn’t teach that in sex education lessons.

“I’d honestly rather we just did normal missionary and put the telly on. After this embarrassing nightmare Clarkson’s Farm feels more erotic.”