THIS year started badly, very quickly got much, much worse, briefly levelled out and is now plunging again. Here’s what’s coming up:
Allowed to proceed for the mental health of the nation’s sweet-obsessed children. Sweets will be exchanged by fishing net, slingshot or trebuchet, and kids will dress up as their hollow-eyed zombie parents who’ve just learned schools are closing again.
Mandatory fireworks displays held up and down the UK in honour of the NHS, unfortunately using up all the budget allocated for more hospital beds, PPE and pay rises. In a not-entirely-unexpected finale, Boris Johnson takes off to outer space in his escape rocket, the £100bn ‘Moonshot’.
His rocket having crash-landed in Northumberland and declared a ‘dead issue’ that ‘the media needs to move on from’, the prime minister is disappointed that no national celebrations are held for the anniversary of his election on December 12th. Blames BBC and abolishes it.
Parents try to explain how Father Christmas is not a Covid risk, fail, and say ‘he’s not real’. Bullshitting of legendary proportions allows festivities to occur as usual with a cast-iron excuse to not invite flatulent, racist elderly relatives who eat all the green triangles from the Quality Street.
Banned from meeting any friends, Britain is hugely relieved to be given official government permission to have a shit night. Jools’s Hootenanny cannot be filmed due to social distancing, which turns out to be the biggest reprieve of the year.
No Deal Brexit
2021 also sees the UK sever trade ties with everyone it trades with. The lack of joyous revelling is blamed on the high level of respect for the government’s latest Covid rules, rather than everyone being morosely aware that 2020 will in retrospect look like the good times.