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This Page has evolved from the Election Special Page which now redirects here. It serves as an antidote to the madness of electing a liar and snorter as PM. The pointless badger cull now continues.

“Boris” is a parody based on the song “Alice”. It depicts the return of Alice who was actually Achlys in disguise.


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DOMHWELUS - “BORIS”

Among the novelty boiled sweets and other offerings at the tourist gift shop you might find some lollies shaped like Boris. So peel back the wrapper and suck on your very own Johnson.


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DOMHWELUS - “SUCK”

So if politics seems like a load of old toss then you’re not far off the mark and you’re not alone. They had three years to conjour up the deals for the Torygarcs and the razor wire manufacturers yet it’s still not dusted. So they padded out the news with reports of Trump’s latest exploits and latest irrelevant thoughts on the subject like the Brits really need more advice from a loony on something that isn’t actually anything. The Brexit referendum was a vote for an idea based on false promises and and not a vote for an outcome. Like agreeing to marry the warty toad before you’ve actually met the nutter or been on the first blind date. Boris stood in front of that banner and is a LIAR. Now that liar is prime minister. And so on…


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DOMHWELUS - “YANK NEWS”

SO IF ALL THAT SEEMS RATHER CHILDISH…


During the election campaign, more badgers were needlessly shot every day and Boris preferred to flitter the weeks away with campaigning for votes. Again he wriggled out of engaging in useful, progressive stuff. He could have been sat there for four weeks staying off the wine and getting his head round the RBCT reports and other erroneously concluded publications so that he could direct NatEng/DEFRA/APHA to at least reply intelligently and truthfully to enquiries from the general public. So spoligotype 0263 is still at large and Boris doesn’t know why. The culling trials  were akin to studying diesel engine combustion by pouring diesel fuel on a bonfire with a watering can and then measuring the thickness of charring on the surface of the barbecued Linda McCartney sausages.


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DOMHWELUS - “HITCHIN A RIDE”

SO IF ALL THAT SEEMS RATHER SERIOUS…..


When working in the Close To The Edge festival kitchen we used to sing a version of the Herring Song with some extra silly verses. Here’s the 2019 parody loosely based on the traditional version. It is a reflection of some elements of the post-brexit prophecy and other shortcomings.



What do you do with a Tory’s arse?

Turn it into a border pass


And that sort of thing.


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DOMHWELUS - “THE TORY SONG”

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We got too much of the “Me, me, me” demands from the selfish human race whilst the badgers had no vote.


And now the fools will continue with the “progress” that fuels the Climate Emergency. Some say that the recent  floods were partly driven by human-induced climate change. Berty Blob reckons that any flood victims who took a flight during the last 10 years should be deemed ineligible for assistance because it’s their own bloody fault. Hopefully that will make people think about Mr and Mrs Ug living humbly on their semi-submerged, tropical island who, like the badgers, have no say in the matter whatsoever.