15 SLEEPS TO BREXIT!

I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WE’RE SO CLOSE TO THE PROMISED SUNLIT UPLANDS!!

NOW TO SLOWLY OPEN THE NEXT WINDOW OF MY BREXIT ADVENT CALENDAR... I WONDER WHO IT’LL BE TODAY?!?

SLOWLY... SLOWLY...

A RUMPLED DUVET... COVERED IN EMPTY SWEET WRAPPERS... KIT KATS... SNICKERS.... WINE GUMS... AND EMPTY PEPERAMI WRAPPERS... ‘HOT’ FLAVOUR... AND AN EMPTY BOX OF JAFFA CAKES... AND EMPTY POT NOODLE POTS... “BOMBAY BAD BOY” FLAVOUR... AND LOTS AND LOTS OF TESCO RECEIPTS...

... AND WHO IS CURLED UP ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THIS?!? ITS MARK FRANCOIS!

MARK FRANCOIS!

NOW YOU COME TO MENTION IT YES: ONE COULD EASILY IMAGINE MARK FRANCOIS WITH A DELICATE PAIR OF FEATHERED WINGS, FLUTTERING THROUGH THE AIR CLAD IN NOTHING BUT A RIBBON OF SILK LOOSELY WRAPPED ABOUT HIS MIDRIFF, HOLDING A BOW AND ARROW WHICH HE USES TO SHOOT REMOANERS, TURNING THEM INTO CARD CARRYING SUPPORTERS OF THE BREXIT PARTY PRIVATE LIMITED COMPANY!!