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Mother knows all the best games
On your marks for a village Olympics
We’re all going on a celebrity holiday
The worst word in the language
McEton, a clever English franchise
Rock school sees off drone school
Flogging absolute rubbish is a gift
My kingdom for a horse hitman
Where all the TV viewers went
It takes immense skill to waste time
An Oscar-winning village hall bash
The secret life of handbags
Bad-hair days on the local news
The lost people of outer Britain
Cut me in on the hedge fund, boys
Flying with the baby from hell
With the gypsies in junk heaven
Listen to me, I’m the drought buster
Trust me, work is more fun than fun
Pot-Porritt wants me eliminated
Simon Cowell ate our strawberries
The united states of total paranoia
Arrested just for looking weird
School reports are agony for parents
How to make a man of a mummy’s boy
My near-death toilet experience
When I am the Mayor of London
How to blow up a dead seal
The Royals, a soap made in heaven
I’m calling time on silly watches
Amazing what you can dig up in Africa
If you’re homeless find a hedgerow
There’s a literary future in the iLav
Life’s ultimate short straw
My new career as a rock god
My designer dog is a hellhound
The ideal pet? Here, nice ratty
The conspiracy not to cure the cold
Real men don’t go home at 7 p.m.
Schools are trying to break children
That Henry II, he was dead right
Making a meal of Sunday lunch
Nice jet, shame about abroad
It’s English as a foreign language
I didn’t drop the dead donkey
Let’s all stay with Lord Manilow
Brought down by bouncing bangers
TV heaven is an upside-down skier
No pain no gain (and no point)
The end is nigh, see it on YouTube
Robbie and I know about pills
Drip-drip-drip of a revolution
Fear and loathing in Las Manchester
Bullseye! The pub is dying
You can’t kill me, I’m the drummer
What the hell are we saying here?
Hell is a tent zip in the snow
If you’re ugly you’ve got to be funny
Why Brits make the best tourists
Save the planet, eat a vegan
Stuff the tiger – long live extinction
I went to London and it had gone
Playing the fool at Glastonbury
Kick the fans out of Wimbledon
Hands off 007 or I’ll shoot you
Get back in your stockings, girls
Save rural Britain – sell it to the rich
Dunked by dippy floating voters
The hell of being a British expat
Binge drinking is good for you
Public school is the hell we need
Dial M for a mobile I can actually work
Biggles, you’re a crashing bore
The kids are all right with lousy TV
It’s a man’s game being a rugby ref
Feed the world – eat blue whales
It’s lies that make TV interesting
A Met Office severe bossiness warning
Make my day, sir, shoot a hoodie
Enough, I’m gonna torch my antiques
Our poor bloody backroom boys
Unhand my patio heater, archbishop
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