Brockup by Brassholes.

 BR the once noble acronym of British Rail has of late become the chosen prefix of the Union Jack and bovver boots of the EDL or “Britain First” as Pres.., sorry I can’t type it, as chubby hands Trump would put it. I’m amazed after Brexit it hasn’t spawned a wider use. “Oi brunt you brocksucker you can kiss my brass you brastard,” or “Our broverment are a load of bruckers and brankers are all brembezzlers.” Anyway this morning Bramber Brudd announced she would be looking at continuing the open door of EU brimmigration into the UK where such brimmigrants would benefit our economy. Hold on, didn’t Brexers vote leave to stop all that? Is there a picture emerging here? We, well they to be honest voted leave but leaving is proving to be the mother of all shit pies right. We want to continue with the customs union and free trade agreement and now we’re opening the door to the previous EU policy of free transfer of labour. And what did Teresa May keep repeating? “Brexit means Brexit.” Now why would she say such a thing? I mean who in their right mind would say “Potato means potato”? No what she was really saying was “Brexit means Remain.” We will negotiate a great deal for the UK that we will call Brexit but will actually take the form of remaining in the EU. Everyone’s happy, the stock market will leap up, we won’t need to pay alimony and Polish plumbers will persist in plying their profession. And what will we call it? Bremain. And best of all; you can bruck off chubby hands Trump.