Lobby Derkins

SOMETHING IN COMMON  Look at him: a sorry excuse for a man. He’s a year older than me but he still dresses like a teenager. He hasn’t made any effort to look half-way respectable; by the looks of his hair he hasn’t even had a shower, and he stinks of smoke.  They walk together up the gravel path to the front door of the house they had known as children, and only occasionally as adults at Christmas. Look at her: Miss priggy. She’s a year younger than me but she dresses like an old lady; she’s all make-up and perfume, smells like a chemical laboratory. Her hairdo is ridiculous. They reach the door, ring the bell and wait, both of them looking straight ahead. I mean, what’s he done with his life? He sits about all day playing video games and smoking drugs; I don’t think he’s ever done more than a few weeks’ work in his life, but he’s been on benefits forever. He probably makes more off disability benefits than I do working full time, and nobody even knows wh...

TOMORROW’S NEWS SUMMARY World Prime Minister Sir Jacob Rees Mogg met President Timberlake and other heads of state today at the Middle East peace summit in Geneva, as they try to sort out a ceasefire in NATO-occupied territories and a halt to illegal Israeli settlements, which have now reached the suburbs of Tehran.  Extremist protestors outside the summit complex held placards denouncing NATO’s use of unprovoked nuclear strikes on civilians, but they were safely removed and deported before breakfast was served, thought to include rashers made from Li-Li, the very last panda bear, who died last week at Guantanamo.   UK Leader of the opposition Tommy Robinson has called for a boycott of Betfred, after one of its employees was photographed without a remembrance poppy. The betting company, who recently purchased the NHS and the National Grid, said the offending employee has already been neutralised.  Betfred are also said to be preparing a takeover of Soyle...

TRYST  Sir Alec pulled back the sumptuous silk bedclothes of the four-poster bed and walked to the window to peer out at the misty dawn over Sandringham.  "Tongues will wag, your majesty, you can bet your bones."  "Look, I've told you not to worry; Philip won't be out of hospital for another two days. There are no reporters here, you can relax."  "But what if the old fella carps it in the night, eh? There'll be dozens of paps before you know it, and I'll have to hide in the fucking broom cupboard."  "Oh stop it, Alec. If I can't invite a knight of the realm to hunt on my private estate, what's the bloody point of being a monarch? You worry too much; Phil will be fine, he always is. Now come back to bed and protect your queen, there's a good knight. You'll catch a cold standing there in your long johns."  "Och no me, your majesty. I'm fit as a butcher's dog, raised in the Gorbals....