IS THIS EVEN SATIRE ANYMORE?
The First Draft of Boris Johnson’s Latest Scandal Apology
Make sure your hair is extra messy and start by distracting them like you always do with your bumbling, affable… wait, I don’t think I’m supposed to be reading this part, am I?

Mister Speaker, I want to apologise.
I know that millions of people across this country have made extraordinary sacrifices, while I have sacrificed nothing.
I know the anguish they have felt, unable to live their lives as they want, while we at Downing Street are living it large.
I know the anger they feel towards me and the government I lead, having finally realised that the rules we make do not apply to us, only to them.
And though I cannot anticipate the conclusions of the upcoming enquiry, I can still stand before you today and say that I’m sorry. There were things we didn’t get right, and today, I am here to take responsibility.
I’d have done this sooner, but as you all know I’ve been very busy decorating recently. You’re all welcome to pop around at any time to see what we’ve done with the place, by the way. We’ve had it all wallpapered and recarpeted. Our new curtains cost a bomb, too! [advisor widens eyes, gestures for him to stop]
Err, right, now where was I? Ah yes, these parties.
I have already made it perfectly clear that the Christmas party in 2020 was only a meeting. That’s our latest stance, right? [fumbles with notes]
Excuse me, I have already made it perfectly clear that the ‘party’ in December 2020 never happened. I’ve explained that time and time again. I don’t even like wine and cheese. I’m more of a port and crackers kind of guy.
As for the ‘Bring Your Own Booze’ party in May 2020, held during nationwide lockdown restrictions, we will not know for certain whether I was there and broke any rules until the full enquiry returns. When it does, Mister Speaker, I assure you a lowly MP or advisor will once again be held fully accountable. [throws a wink at advisor]
To show the British public my willingness to take full responsibility, I thought I’d wrap up a few other matters that have started re-emerging in the press recently. [lifts up a massive stack of papers from underneath and drops them with a thud in front of him]
Make sure your hair is extra messy and start by distracting them like you always do with your bumbling, affable… wait, I don’t think I’m supposed to be reading this part, am I? Excuse me. Yes, I see, the square brackets signal are a note just for me. My mistake. [advisor’s eyes glaze over]
Firstly, about the past allegations of racism and homophobia. Yes, I did call black people “piccaninnies” with “watermelon smiles”. But that was taken entirely out of context. I can’t remember what the exact context was, but I’m sure it was taken out of it.
The same when I called burka wearing Muslims walking “letterboxes” and “bank robbers”. That was just satire. And when I called gay men “tank-topped bum boys”… how is that even offensive?
Anyway, I can assure you all, that some of my closest friends are black people, burka wearing Muslims, and gay men in tank tops, so I can’t possibly be racist or homophobic.
What’s next? All my affairs? Yes, we can talk about them.
To all my children out there, however many of you there are, know that daddy loves you.
Then what, my lies? I thought that’s what we were talking about? [shuffles papers] Oh dear, there’s a lot of them, isn’t there… I can’t even remember half of these. Okay, let’s make this a speed round.
I’m sorry about the Brexit bus and the £350m a week for the NHS lie.
I’m sorry I promised 40 new hospitals would be built when I had no intention of ever doing so. I wanted to be elected, you see.
I’m sorry I lied to the Queen about proroguing the government in 2019.
I’m sorry for putting a hit on a journalist who was investigating me in the 90s.
I’m sorry for allowing my former mistress access to public funds I didn’t declare.
I’m sorry for Dominic Cummings, Matt Hancock, Dominic Raab, Michael Gove… who else is there? Yes, Priti Patel… Dear me, we can’t forget about her!
I’m sorry for the millions of pounds I have tucked away on an offshore tax haven and… Wait, they don’t know about that one yet do they? [advisor doesn’t respond, she is too busy updating her CV.]
Let me cross that one out, then. That’ll probably be enough, I reckon. We can save the rest of that list for another day.
In these dark moments, if the public still doubts my credentials and sincerity, I’d like to remind them of the good times when I was London Mayor, and when I had Covid back in 2020… probably contracted at one of these parties now I think of the date… when my approval rating shot through the roof. If you all want me to catch it again to be popular, I will. Or at least, I’ll say I’ve got it. Whatever it takes to win your trust.
Finally, I’d like to assure every one of my commitment to this country, that I am devoted to building a strong post-Brexit Britain, and that this government puts the interests of the British public first with everything we do.
I’d also like to remind the House of the time Diane Abbott drank a can of mojito on the train, when Ed Miliband ate a bacon sandwich, and point out that Jeremy Corbyn is still kicking around... surely there’s some more dirt we can dig up on him to distract things?
So please, stay at home, stay safe, Eat Out to Help Out, protect the NHS, let’s Build Back Better… err, are there any other catchphrases I’ve missed there? [advisor is slumped over desk with head in hands]
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