“Old-fashioned light bulbs”, “crooked cucumbers”, and “new vocabulary”.
“I might sue for emotional abuse”: so-called comedian mocks The Archers domestic abuse plotline.
The Indie’s cheerful mourners, teachers’ colour pens, and why the Tories will spoil your dinner.
He's already seen the in-flight film. He's already successfully avoided deep vein thrombosis. He must be so bored.
Some children give the Daily Politics presenter a taste of his own medicine.
"Here we go... come on."
And other burning questions from the mind of Richard Littlejohn.
In a damning leader, the newspaper calls on Jeremy Corbyn to address the “cancer” of antisemitism in his party.
Forgive me, Boulton, for I have sinned.
Leaflets show the Tory mayor candidate’s interesting attitude towards ethnic minority voters.
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