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.”
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?