Olympics abducted by deranged Scientologist

THE Olympic Games were kidnapped by an abseiling maniac from the Church of Scientology right under the noses of a global audience last night. 

The daredevil religious maniac gained access to the roof, lowered himself hundreds of feet, wrested them from a shocked Simone Biles and escaped via motorbike. It is feared he plans to indoctrinate them into his cult.

Eyewitness Tom Booker said: “At first I thought the lunatic with the creepy smile dropping in on wires was part of the closing ceremony, like our James-Bond-and-the-Queen but shitter.

“But as he sped away, trailing the Olympic flag behind him, I realised it was that bloke who believes in Xenu. Why wasn’t security dogpiling him? We’ll never get the games back once it’s lost its reactive mind.

“If we don’t act quickly then the next Olympics will be a mass brainwashing ceremony that tries to make you believe in disembodied souls from other planets, with gold medals only awarded to Operating Thetans.

“We need to mount a daring rescue so it can be free, shrieking in relief like his last two wives. Although I am curious as to what a Scientology opening ceremony would look like.”

The crazed abseiler said: “I didn’t even use CGI or a stunt double. I am out of my motherf**king mind.”

'Who's a good little mansplainer? You are', says wife, pinching husband's chubby cheeks

A MAN who successfully explained something to his wife she already knew has been congratulated in a manner befitting his achievement. 

Mary Fisher, who can watch the weather herself, was enlightened on how high-pressure storm systems work by husband Colin and responded by demonstrating how he might like it.

She cooed: “Who’s the best at being patronising? You are. Yes, you are, my little snuggle muffin. What a condescending boy!

“Like when I was driving and you said ‘Did you see that car?’ even though I did because it’s big, yellow and f**king car-shaped, and weren’t you were just the cutest little wanker on the M25? Eh?

“And I’m so happy when my koala bear starts explaining what’s going on in the news, because the outside world is so big and scawy for a wittle wady like me, and I certainly hadn’t read it on my phoney-woney before you got up, oh no.

“What a special, supercilious boy you are, regurgitating his Telegraph columns! My naughty nugget just loves to show off his reading skills!”

“Do you see what I’m doing? Of course you don’t, you sweet little squirrel-brain. Trot off to work now, I bet there are women there who need your wisdom! Don’t they? Don’t they?”