
ALT Elon Musk in the leather jacket, tight jeans and bubble perm of Knight Rider’s David Hasselhoff’s Michael Knight. His “iconic” K for Knight belt buckle which I just found out about is now an M for Musk and also for Mockeree. His hands-on-hips pose is… louche? Is that the right word? I dunno. I’m not going to think about it any more. I’ve already spent a couple of hours on this ten-minute quickie.

ALT The poster for the 1985 film version of ‘Brewster’s Millions’, but now it’s ‘Fraudster’s Millions’, with a yellow-suited, eyebrow-cocked Farage in the Richard Pryor role, sticking up out of an infinite pile of money, tossing notes with one hand and clutching a pint glass with the other. Above him, lying across the bed of dollar bills where John Candy used to be, is Count Binface, arms folded. He was robbed! Among the credits are Christopher Harbourne, George Cottrell and Fiona Cottrell. The tagline now reads “You don’t have to be corrupt to accept 5 million pounds in gifts. But it helps.”

ALT The poster for the film ‘Brewster’s Millions’, but now it’s ‘Fraudster’s Millions’, with a yellow-suited, eyebrow-cocked Farage in the Richard Pryor role, sticking up out of an infinite pile of money, tossing notes with one hand and clutching a pint glass with the other. Above him, lying across the bed of dollar bills where John Candy used to be, is Count Binface, arms folded. He was robbed! Among the credits are Christopher Harbourne, George Cottrell and Fiona Cottrell. The tagline now reads “You don’t have to be corrupt to accept 5 million pounds in gifts. But it helps.”

ALT Trump in a frame from his AI video where he’s posing as a doctor in a hospital, but now his overalls are orange, the room behind him is a bare, utilitarian cell containing nothing but a double bunk, a Mockeree logo mug and a framed photo of himself with Jeffrey Epstein, and between him and us are out-of-focus bars. His prisoner number is 8647, obviously.

ALT The south portico of the White House (the semicircular bit with the columns), seen looking up at an imposing angle from ground level, now with bars in all the windows, loops of razor wire atop all the balustrades, and a thick, dull grey concrete wall in front displaying the sign “Department of Corrections Central Detention Facility”, all behind a big chain-link metal prison fence topped with more coils of razor wire.

ALT The famous photo from the White House Correspondents Dinner with Melania and Trump seated behind a table and some other guy behind them holding up a note. Melania and the other guy are looking up, shocked, while Trump has a sly little smile like he’s enjoying the warmth of a freshly filled nappy. The handwritten note held up by the other guy now says “Ed Balls”. I don’t know who he is and I can’t be arsed to look it up. Look, mate, this is a solemn occasion. Don’t make it all about you. This is Ed Balls Day.

ALT The Green Party candidate for the Gorton and Denton by-election, giving the winning speech from behind a lectern, is now a grinning Albert Steptoe. The characteristically gracious Reform candidate, slightly out of focus in the lineup of losing candidates at the back, is now a disgusted Harold Steptoe.

ALT Donald Trump and Liz Truss standing together in matching pink golf shirt and dress (I’ll let you imagine which is wearing which), now both bearing the words “I’M WITH STUPID” and an illustration of a hand, each pointing at the other. His grin is as fake as his skin colour and hers is as gormless as someone who’s had an elective gormectomy. Yes it’s a couple of days late, I’ve been busy, ok?

ALT The The book cover of ‘Dump: The Shart of the Deal’ by Donald J. Dump and Tony Schitz, the cover photo being a screenshot from the hastily abandoned press conference from a couple of days ago in which Trump, seated in the Oval Office, looks - from the effort on his face - like he’s squeezing out a trouser potato, while the woman standing behind him is holding her nose. A cover quote says “Trump makes one believe for a moment that a man can shit himself on live TV again.” It’s not grown-up and it’s not clever, but in our defence neither is he.













