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In a post-Brexit, pre-dystopian Britain, the traditional political system has collapsed and Tony Blair is back in Number 10. Only this time, he is tied to a chair in the kitchen under the watchful eye of the accidental Prime Minister’s mother.
Following several years of instability, Britain is more divided than ever. The country has devolved into a ragtag assembly of self-governing provinces, each with their own unique and particular arrangements. Elected to the position of Prime Minister of East Anglia by lottery (considered the only true method of democracy by some drunk Cambridge scholars), Lucy Wastell comes to power with the intention of reuniting her beloved country, establishing Cambridge as the new capital city and giving her chums all the top jobs. Which – considering she was a receptionist until last week – shows remarkable political nous.
When ex-Prime Minister and all-round war monger Tony Blair is captured by the Cambridge Militia, the new government see an opportunity to finally put him on trial for war crimes and strengthen their position in this brave new world. Unfortunately, no one in the newly-formed Cabinet has the first idea about how to execute such a task and so decide to lock him in the kitchen while they have a think about it.
Meanwhile – Boris, King of Oxford, has similar designs for his own city to become the capital and the ancient rivalry between the two municipals is reignited. But this is far removed from the good-natured jousting of old – previously played out on rugby fields and academic league tables – and a violent outcome seems very much on the cards. And with interfering travelling salesman and sometime spy Nigel Farage keen to stir up tensions wherever he can, the job of Prime Minister is looking less attractive by the day.
On the verge of war and with the world’s most wanted man locked in the kitchen of Number 10 (Downing Street, Cambridge – naturally), can a randomly-selected bunch of citizens really make a better job of it all than governments past?
The people really do have the power. Which is what we all wanted… right?
Lucy Brazier 
It’s brilliant! So glad you guys all got on and there’s going to be more! And I love the fact that I don’t have to vote in order for you to be in power: Vive La Proletariat!!
Thank you Mr TB! It was a great experience and has actually turned out far better than I ever thought it might! Also, it’s a great excuse to get hammered afterwards. Screw democracy, that’s what I say!
A fantastic excuse! I always like to use the ‘well I’ve survived the day so far’ excuse.
When’s your next film shoot planned?
And all that talk the other day about sparrows on the shoulders of co-op pirates, and pigeons on spar pirates’ reminded me of a post I did years ago; I’ve reblogged it, it’s about eight minutes long and takes a little while to get to the funny bit, but I think you’ll like it if you get the time.
Well, I will have to get planning the next shoot – I think cast and crew can be persuaded. In the meantime, I need to find a way to bring it to the attention on someone like Private Eye… maybe they will love it and fund future shoots…
Sounds good! I will have to wait until this evening to watch, but I shall certainly look forward to it, dear chap!
strobes@private-eye.co.uk – email them I guess…if you need someone of my stature and overarching importance to chivy them along, then you only need ask…
If you are prone to chivying, your help would be greatly appreciated… you have a certain gravitas that I lack. Thank you, dear chap. I owe you a night out with some alcoholic pensioners.
I’ll be happy to contact them…though I fear I may have over egged the reach of my influence…
I am dreadful at self-promotion (unless drunk and naked) so if you don’t mind I would be really grateful! I don’t expect they will take much notice of either of us, but it’s worth a try.
(And seriously – I owe you one)
No problem, and in the spirit of things I will write the email whilst drunk and naked!
That’s the spirit! Don’t worry, I will make it up to you in Duxford…
Too fun! 🙂
Aw thanks! 😀