Local MP To Lobby Parliament Over UK’s Expected Population Explosion

Breaking political news just in…. Our heroic local Tory MP Tristan Carshalton-Beeches has announced he is to lobby Parliament with a radical solution to the UK’s increasing population. Just yesterday a report was published that reckons in the next twenty years our population will expand by 26.75% to about 95 million, and by 2050 our small proud island will be home to over 200 million. All of it down to non-English speaking migrants moving here to claim benefits, take our homes and to breed like rabbits on the national health. Mr Tristan says “Frankly it’s time to draw a line in the British seaside sand and tell Monsieur Johnny, Joanna & Junior Foreigner enough is enough…” In a packed press conference he told assembled journalists and his mother his plans to save our country. “England is like an island, or an old boat.” He told the enraptured audience of five “It has a finite capacity and we are fast approaching the point where we our dear country will sink due to over-crowding. With all us Christians on board. Without inflated life-jackets. Like the Titanic did.” Mr Carshalton-Beeches pointed out that “If the Titanic had had less foreigners onboard, and had lifeboats, it’s population would have survived running into an iceberg.” He showed us cartoon diagrams and went on “We too are blindly running into that iceberg. An immigration iceberg. But I alone can see it approaching. Silently. Like a frozen killer. So my idea is to have lifeboats. And not metaphorical ones. Real one’s for genuine English people to hire that will set sail for dry land before we all drown. I want to buy, or lease, land abroad. Lots of it. Preferably somewhere hot, with a local population we can lord it over. I will set aside plots to house us fleeing British billions and create communities on foreign soil of English speakers. With English pubs and curry houses and things to remind us of home. When it was still good. We can then leave the “old” broken country to all these migrants who are so b****y desperate to come here…” He would have gone on but worked himself up into a frenzy and had to be stretchered off. Mr Tristram was muttering something about creating a pure race in God’s country but we couldn’t catch it all as he was frothing at the mouth. Good luck to Mr Tristram and all who sail with him. Christine Batley. Chief Save Our Country From Foreign Invasion Correspondent. Beckworth Guardian

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(Above) Tory MP Tristan Carshalton-Beeches drawing a line in the sand earlier today

Professor Cox’s Did You Know This: Royal Food

Hello all, I’m being paid a vast amount to use my immense knowledge of the universe to improve the educational value of this website. I will be posting regular facts in between filming science stuff for the telly and doing gigs with my reformed band Tears For Fears. This Information is bound to astound and amaze you. And from time to time, as an added bonus for my fans, I will also post photos of myself for you to download.

So my first big “Cox” fact is: Everyone knows that Royalty has invented many lovely, simple recipes over the years. For instance the Queen made Coronation Chicken sandwiches to celebrate her Jubilee in 1953, her mother, Queen Victoria, invented the Victoria sponge to acknowledge the abolition of slavery and her sister Margaret came up with sherry trifle because she loved alcohol.

But did you know that our Queen’s Uncle, Lord Mountbatten, was the inventor of a rather delicious staple of afternoon tea? I’m talking about the bright yellow and pink cake called Battenburg. So how did Mr Mounbatten come to bake such an innovatively hued sweet dessert I hear you ask? Well, its a long story set in the 1890s that i will outline here:

A young Terry Mounbatten was captain of the steam ship HMS Lard, sailing the South China seas delivering his precious cargo of butter, sugar, eggs, flour, vanilla essense, marzipan and two types of food colouring to the East India Company. When all of a sudden, like a scene out of that film Titanic, the small orphaned, rag wearing, dirty cockney cabin boy on look-out in the crows nest, shouted out loudly in his cockney accent “Ice Berg ahead captain.” There wasn’t a moment to waste, and even though Mountbatten was at the time enjoying a well-earned relaxing bubblebath with his first mate, he rose, towel-dried, donned his best sailor outfit and put all his boy-scout training to good use. For even though the ship was perillessly close to the berg, about two and a half nautical miles to be precise, Terry managed to steer a safe course past the looming ice thingy. Hurrah shouted his men, we need to celebrate with a feast. But what on earth can I make that suitably extols our near death experience thought Mounty? Then he remembered the cargo in the hold. Surely the East India Company wouldn’t deny him using about 175g of the ingredients to bake a celebratery dish? As he had no mobile phone he couldn’t ask permission, so being a brave man he took matters into his own hands and went ahead with the bake regardless. As history attests the dessert was so so delicious that news of Lord Mountbatten’s “We Didn’t Hit An Iceberg” Cake spread the globe and before you could say “He bakes exceedingly good cakes” a Coventry-based baker, Mr Boris Kipling, had bought the recipe.

But Kipling found had a big problem with his new cake. For the name was impossible to fit onto his small boxes. But not to be outfoxed the wiley baker abbreviated the name, at first to Mounbatten’s Hit Cake, and then after extensive market research (he asked Mrs Kipling her opinion) to the Battenberg name we know and enjoy today. So there you are, my first Did You Know This fact! Well, i’m off to indulge in some cake myself before I have to appear on stage with my band. See you soon, Prof Brian Cox.

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