The British Stock Car Union (BSCU) has announced it is to sue the Labour party for bringing car-crashes into disrepute.
‘It’s outrageous what’s happening,’ said BSCU spokesman Jeff ‘Sparky’ Plugg this morning, ‘for over 50 years we have been providing wholesome family entertainment by crashing cars into one another.
‘Through our efforts people all over the country have come to associate the sickening crunch of metal, the cries of the dying and the distant wail of sirens with a good day out.’
Since the start of the general election campaign, however, the term ‘horrifying car-crash, many dead’ has become loaded with negative connotations according to Mr Plugg.
‘Bloody Diane Abbott!’ he said. ‘It’s mainly down to her that the word ‘interview’ is now invariably prefixed with the phrase ‘car-crash’. She’s taken something that was good and pure and turned it into a byword for political ineptitude.
‘And if it’s not her promising to provide a million new police officers at the cost of 12 pence it’s Jeremy-bloody-Corbyn pledging to spend billions on new nuclear weapons but maintaining his pacifist position by sending a letter to the Russians promising never, ever to use them.
‘And every time Emily Thornberry opens her trap the public hears the screech of brakes and the awful rending of tortured steel. But not in a good way. We want our brand back!’
Mr Plugg also has issues with Keir Starmer’s hair, but that seemed a bit beside the point to us.
New proposals from European Athletics that world records set before 2005 should be reset due to doping have been greeted enthusiastically by one Dalston man today.
‘Yeah,’ said Jeff Calhoun this morning, ‘it would be a big relief to me and several of my family members if our records from before 2005 – or even last Tuesday come to think of it – could be expunged. Pronto.’
Mr Calhoun, who holds the unofficial world sprint record for the distance between Stoke Newington police station and his gran’s house in Haggerston, agrees that drugs have been a blight on his line of work and have distorted performance records for many years.
‘Oh, definitely,’ he told the Mercury, ‘I was ripped to the tits for years, mate. Completely out of my gourd throughout the best years of my career.
‘I would never have held half them records if it wasn’t for all the toot, no way. But you get a beak full of the old Colombian marching powder and off you go; up the nearest drain pipe, next stop Bellmarsh. Records galore. It’s got to stop.’
Mr Calhoun claims to sympathise with Britain’s Paula Radcliffe, who faces losing her 2003 marathon world record under the new proposals, but says if it helps him avoid another five stretch in Brixton he’s willing to live with her pain.
As home secretary Amber Rudd prepares to call in Facebook, WhatsApp and other social media sites said to be facilitating the distribution of extremist propaganda, a Dalston newsagent claims to have been summoned to Whitehall as part of the same crackdown.
‘I’m completely with Mark Zuckerberg and Google on this one,’ said Mr Barry Oboe of Oboe’s News & Wine, ‘I’m not a media outlet, I’m just providing a platform that people use to keep in touch with each other.
‘It’s just not reasonable to expect me to police and censor every last postcard I put up in my shop window. If one advertising for ‘penpal for jihadi psychopath’ slips through the net – as may have occurred last week – it’s hardly my fault is it? And I imaging the geezer at WhatsApp feels exactly the same.’
In other news: Two prisoners currently on remand at HM Prison Dalston are to sue the home secretary claiming they ‘suffered distress’ and ‘were subjected to life-changing psychological cruelty’ after they were forced to watch England’s World Cup qualifier against Lithuania last night.
‘The remote was broken,’ one of the men told the Mercury, ‘the telly was stuck on ITV. We just couldn’t turn it off. It was horrible, just horrible. I don’t want to think about it – locked in that cell with Gareth Southgate for two hours!’
Eminent french philosopher Jean Paul Sartre is to give evidence on behalf of the men having made his reputation establishing beyond doubt that watching England play against small eastern European nations is, existentially speaking, the working definition of soul-crushing ennui.
Albert Camus, in contrast, thinks they should have played a big man up front and a diamond formation in midfield.
As local schools and businesses celebrate Red Nose Day and the BBC prepares for its annual Comic Relief charity marathon, residents of Dalston’s Clement Attlee Estate are warming up for their own traditional fundraiser tonight.
‘Yeah,’ said Dalston’s Red Nose supremo Vince ‘Biggles’ Calhoun this morning, ‘people in this estate would do anything to help the kiddies. Even foreign ones that live in mud huts and that. We’re not picky.’
Planned events include a sponsored pole dancing marathon in the snug of the White Horse public house, a Roy ‘Chubby’ Brown video marathon in the bar of the White Horse public house and a winner-stays-on bare knuckle boxing marathon in the car park of the White Horse public house (although this last event is not exclusive to Red Nose Day and takes place nightly at various locations around the Clement Attlee estate).
Other fundraising innovations include a bring and buy sale at which recent arrivals to the Dalston area will be invited to buy back their own mobile phones and then keep schtum about it or else.
Last year’s Clement Attlee Estate Red Nose appeal raised ‘shed loads’ of cash, every penny of which went to help disadvantaged children – most of them resident in the Clement Attlee Estate – who would otherwise not have been able to afford such essentials as Playstation consoles, bail money and fortnights in Magaluf.
Scottish National Party officials have confirmed this morning what everybody already suspected: that the timing of Nicola Sturgeon’s speech demanding a second Scottish Independence referendum had absolutely nothing to do with the Scotland rugby team being thrashed 300 – nil by England at the weekend.
‘Of course it has nothing to do with that rugby match. Which was a draw, by the way,’ said one member of the SNP team responsible for drawing-up the party’s economic policy.
‘Responding that way to the result of a sporting contest would suggest we are a bunch of thin-skinned jingoists motivated exclusively by our entirely justifiable loathing of the English. And nothing could be further from the truth.’
‘And in any case,’ he went on, ‘you didn’t win, you cheated. Just like at Culloden. And at the last referendum. Which we won. Bloody English.’
In addition to demanding a second referendum, Ms Sturgeon is said to be planning the third and fourth Scottish Independence referendums well in advance, just in case number two doesn’t go her way either.
According to Hollyrood sources, referendum number three is necessary so the Scottish people can have their say on the Highland Clearances, which a majority of them opposed, while number four is something to do with The Krankies being fired from Crackerjack in 1976.
The president of Iceland has become embroiled in the furore over the sacking of roly-poly Sutton United goalkeeper Wayne Shaw.
Mr Shaw was forced to resign after being shown eating a pie on live television during his club’s FA Cup tie with Arsenal on Monday.
Icelandic president Mr Guðni Th. Jóhannesson has recently emerged as the world’s foremost authority on the complex etiquette surrounding takeaway food, having correctly ruled that putting pineapple on pizza should be punishable by death, at the very least.
Mr Jóhannesson is to be consulted by the enlightened and fun-loving Football Association in the case of the demonstrably evil Mr Shaw whose pie-eating outrage threatened the very fabric of British society.
However, despite self evidently being a scion of Beelzebub, Mr Shaw has received support from former Labour party leader Ed Milliband, who was himself sacked by the British public for eating a bacon sandwich.