The Archbishop of Canterbury on... the eternal irony of Suella fucking Braverman

WAKING with a severe head cold, sneezing uncontrollably, I realise that I have chosen quite the day for it. 

For this morning I am due to host a high-profile fundraising event for various dignitaries, pop stars and showbusiness personalities. And it so happens that whereas the average fellow’s sneezes come out as ‘Aaa-CHOO!’, mine come out, quite involuntarily and most unfortunately as ‘You – CUNT!’

I know my sneezing fits of old, there is no way of abating them, though I down a case of Night Nurse to show willing. And so, red-nosed, bleary-eyed and with a streaming nose, I am taken to meet those attending.

‘Your Grace, may I introduce Mr Ed Sheeran.’

‘You-CUNT!’ I blast, as I shake his hand. His consternation is palpable.

‘Ms Fiona Bruce.’

‘You-CUNT!’

‘Mr Richard Madeley.’

‘You ABSOLUTE CUNT!’ I blast, mucus flying. He is obliged to let it pass as I am, after all, an elderly man stricken down. My duties discharged, I return to my bedchamber, sipping rum and Lemsip, and read that Suella Braverman has stated multiculturalism in Britain has ‘failed’. The speech was signed off by Number 10.

Slice my sweetbreads thinly and feed them to the sparrows, what the fuck is it with this government? Are they determined to go down in a blaze of fascism, or what? I mean, in a sense, Suella. You’ve got a fucking point as far as you and fucking Sunak go, two products of multiculturalism who are abject failures, morally, politically, socially, physically and no doubt sexually! But the rest of us are rubbing along all right! Face it, the only people who worry about immigration the way you – with an inexplicable lack of fucking irony – do are in areas where there is none: all-white strongholds in fucking Tory shires where if Braverman were to move in they’d burn crosses on her lawn!

Tory MP Miriam Cates says the UK has become the ‘family breakdown capital of the West’ and calls for tax reform to protect and support families. ‘There is an ideal for children, which is to be with both biological parents,’ she told Times Radio.

Yeah, right, because people would rather endure living in the miserable condition of the British family, with all the tedium and emotional abuse that entails, than lose an £80 a year tax rebate. And what the fuck is this vile bollocks about fucking ‘biological parents’? Do you want a hostile environment for adopted kids, on top of everything else? Jesus’s pickled dick, where do these fucking Tory nut jobs come from, wave after wave of them? They’re breeding like fucking fruit flies!

Michael Gambon has died, at the age of 82. His distinguished theatrical and film career was summarised in every newspaper and TV headline as ‘Harry Potter star dies’.

Will you stop it with this lazy, lazy shite? Of course, he was in the Harry Potter movies; every twat over 50 who ever acted was in a Harry Potter movie! I once mentioned Harry Potter in a 40-minute pulpit takedown of JK Rowling that went viral. So when I peg it, will the headline be ‘Harry Potter Archbishop dies’? Probably! The only time you should use the headline ‘Harry Potter star dies’ is when the speccy kid jizzes his last!

Finally, Laurence Fox and host Dan Wootton have been suspended from GB News after Fox derided a female journalist. ‘Who’d want to shag that?’ he mused, as Wootton chuckled. Wootton later apologised, saying that Fox’s comments did not reflect the channel’s values.

Are you shitting me, you sniggering chimp? Inviting trolling pop-eyed, unshaggable scum like Fox on to spout toxic wank is the fucking epitome of GB News! It’s what it was set up to do! It’s like Football Focus apologising for discussing football! GB News only exists to showcase liberal-goading shits like him and you! Get rid of that and all you’re left with is an empty desk and a fucking rubber plant!

I know HS2's cancelled. You know HS2's cancelled. So why go through the painful charade of announcing it?

From the diary of Rishi Sunak, taking the tough decisions one rail link at a time

IT’S hard to announce the cancellation of a train line that’s cost £57 billion and make it sound good for growth. So I’m not going to. Announce it that is, I’ve already cancelled it. 

‘It proves that I’m not afraid to take tough and unpopular decisions,’ I tell Gove, from my Peleton. ‘Not answering the question will be tough, and also unpopular. But that’s my decison.’

‘Well I suppose it fits with your pro-motorist stance.’ he agrees. ‘But it’s a bit like the Phillip Schofield affair. After a while it doesn’t matter what you say, everyone knows you fucked it.’

‘Is there any way the voters could just move on?’ I ask. ‘Forget it ever happened, which by and large it didn’t?’ ‘Do you think I’m transport secretary?’ he replies, not unfairly. ‘I’m housing.’

‘Then who’s transport?’ He consults Wikipedia and discovers it’s Mark Harper. ‘Anyway,’ I continue, never having heard of Mark Harper and his view in this being irrelevant, ‘that’s what I’m going to do. Just not say.’

‘That could be problematic as a comms philosophy,’ says Gove. ‘You struggled enough with the regional BBC. And also I’ll be briefing against you all conference. Mercilessly slating you raw.

‘Nothing personal,’ he continues, ‘and it won’t be with the savage joy that we brought Truss down last year. But a wounded prime minister at a conference in Manchester cancelling the HS2 route to Manchester? The year before a general election? That’s bloodsport.’

‘What if I don’t cancel HS2?’ I ask, my voice wavering only slightly. ‘You think we care?’ he says.