Tue. Jun 25th, 2024

Today a clueless old git agreed to put on his dancing fool shoes and tap dance at a rally of some of the world’s most vicious, brainless thugs.

Sir Macker was chosen ahead of much younger nipples to perform at the fascist bonding session in January.

Once upon a time Sir McObsequious turned down a gong because of a war but is now glad to warm up for the stormtroopers of the New Order.

More recently he declared before he knew what he was saying that custard bombs used by the coalition in Iraq were “a custardly weapon.”

Now he is to entertain the National Union of Custard Bomb Throwers at their annual Super Custard Bowl gladiatorial games and bloodlust convention.

Asked for comment, he told us, “I am dead chuffed as I have not a clue what I am doing.”


Davros and Macker

On the day that Makka is chosen to perform at the Superbowl, can it be a coincidence that we discover he has an uncanny resemblence to Davros, creator of the Daleks? 

Do we need to be told?

By chris page

Magazine editor, writer of fiction and non-fiction; exile; cat person; red wine for blood and cheese in his soul. Chris Page is the author of the novels Weed, Sanctioned, Another Perfect Day in ****ing Paradise, King of the Undies World, and The Underpants Tree. He is also a freelance journalist, copywriter, editor, cartoonist, illustrator, graphic designer, and consultant in the use and abuse of false moustaches (don’t wear them — you’re welcome — the invoice is in the mail).

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