THE WORDS BELOW ARE TAKEN FROM MY VERY FUNNY ‘FACTUAL HEALING’ EBOOK…
Important scientific research has recently shown that doner meat has remarkable healing powers, and it is now routinely used to replace damaged knee ligaments following sporting injuries. Strips of doner meat can also be laid across the skin of burns victims – within hours the meat will have fused with the charred flesh and made a brand new, lipsmackingly delicious layer of skin.
Although it has a reputation as being food for the ‘lower classes’, doner kebabs are extremely popular among the rich elite. Boris Johnson rubs pieces of kebab meat into his hair to help give it its unique look, while quiz show host Anne Robinson keeps pieces of doner meat in her tights when she’s presenting The Weakest Link, craftily pulling some out for a quick munch when the losing contestants are walking away after being voted off the show.
More than 300,000 people were convicted of driving while eating a kebab last year and over 500 people die each year as a result of careless motorists licking chilli sauce off their fingers. Hands-free and bluetooth kebabs have become more popular in recent years, but these will also be banned in 2012. Special stopping points will be added to motorways after every 100 metres so that the great British tradition of eating a kebab while controlling a giant, fast-moving metallic object of death will never die.
Although they rarely speak of it, lots of professional footballers have a serious kebab habit, with some munching away on them only minutes before the kick off of a match. Former Holland captain Johann Cruyff was a chain-eater, and used to go through 20 kebabs a day. He once said that he was glad that Holland never won the World Cup as, “my fingers were always too greasy to be able to lift the trophy”.
There are TWO doner kebab watchdogs in Britain, which strive to keep standards high and aim to rid the doner kebab of its tag as “the food made out of dead sex offenders”. The National Kebab Federation split away from the extreme right wing UK Doner Council in 2005 following a row over whether a chicken kebab really counts or not. The UK Doner Council said it didn’t and called the NKF a “pack of gay cunts”.
If you live in Scotland, you’ve probably already tried a cartoon kebab – they’re far more nutritious, but without sacrificing any of the flavour. You can buy one anywhere where you’ll see a revolving caricaturist in the place where the revolving spit of meat would normally be. Be warned though, they can take longer to prepare, especially if you want your salad to be coloured in.
DID YOU KNOW…
The word ‘kebab’ is short for ‘Knackers, Ears, Brains And Balls,’ the typical components in a standard kebab.
Doctors have pioneered the ‘kebab-cam.’ Fed to patients with stomach disorders, it films the journey a kebab normally takes once swallowed and teaches us why they’re bad for us.
Rumour has it that the final ever episode of Eastenders will reveal that the whole thing existed only in the mind of a fly sitting on a lump of meat in a kebab shop.
A kebab doesn’t need to come in a pitta bread, and can be enjoyed in a handbag, a flap of loose denim or a child’s sandshoe. Instead of salad and sauce it can be enjoyed with a spoonful of warm glue and some moss.
A ton of kebab meat is worth less than a speck of gold.
THE ANATOMY OF THE KEBAB SHOP
HEATER: What cooks your kebab. Made from chicken wire, some firelighters and a massive unseen Bunsen burner.
MEAT: Post-pub food laws state that 14% of your kebab must be real animal meat. If you stick a key in it and it doesn’t hiss, it’s not real meat.
FRUIT MACHINE: Usually outdated and based on an old TV show such as Last Of The Summer Wine, The Krypton Factor or Metal Mickey. Maximum payout is normally no more than five guineas.
BLOW JOB MACHINE: Invaluable for those people who haven’t pulled by kebab time. Stick in a quid and it’ll nosh you off for eleven seconds.
KEBAB SHOP OWNER: Failed in his previous job as a diplomat. Will occasionally try and engage you in conversation about espionage if there’s only you and him there.
KEBAB SHOP OTTER: Sits on the owner’s shoulders and collects loose change that has been dropped on the floor.
Britain is on its knees. The peasants have revolted and now Something Big And Important has to be seen to be done by the government in order to stamp it out once and for all. But Cameron’s plans, including a ‘war on gangs’ are short-sighted, dull and most crucially, pig ignorant. The man is a buffoon, an arse and a tit. In short, I don’t think he’s going far enough.
Here’s my alternative four-point plan that will probably definitely bring an end to Britain’s gang culture and re-establish the country as the land of hope and glory that it most probably definitely should be.
1: AMPLIFY SOCIAL MEDIA:
The kids can’t be trusted to operate their Twitters and their Facebooks and their Blackberry messages properly. All they use them for is organising mass civil disobedience and planning water fights and orgies. The bastards.
I’m proposing that from now on, all potential looters (basically anyone who wears a tracksuit but doesn’t make a living from professional sport) is made to wear a special helmet that is connected to their mobile phones and has been fitted with a loudspeaker and text-to-speech software.
Anything they read or write on their phones will automatically be converted and broadcast through the speaker, allowing normal, non-tracksuit-wearing citizens to know EXACTLY what they’re up to.
2: DE-VOWEL ALL THE RAP MUSIC:
In this time of confusion about who or what is to blame, only one thing is certain – the rap music is almost certainly to blame. Its powerful, monotonous beats that are designed solely to hypnotise the listener into smashing up a Vodafone store are bad enough, but it’s the lyrics that need to be reined in once and for all.
There’s far too much talk about drinking brandy straight out of the bottle and tattooing prostitutes against their will, and nowhere nearly enough about the benefits that can be had from investing in Premium Bonds.
I’m not calling for the abolition of rap music, but if we remove all the vowels from the rap lyrics, it will almost certainly blunt the message and lead to a noticeable reduction in the strangling statistics. So Solid Crew, your time in the sunshine is about to come to an end… for good!
3: REINTRODUCE NATIONAL SERVICE:
This is almost certainly the missing link in Cameron’s so-called Big Society and if he had any balls about him, he’d have announced it months ago. The plan is simple – any potential looter (basically anyone who wanders around with their shoelaces undone) who can’t find a job should automatically be enrolled into the armed forces for two years.
But if they think they’re getting anywhere near any firearms, they’ve got another thing coming. Their time will be spent carrying out a series of pointless and mildly unpleasant tasks, designed solely to occupy their time while occasionally making them do a little sick in their throats.
For starters, they can clean up the chewing gum that they’ve previously spat out on to our sacred pavements – using only plastic chip shop forks. If they’ve got a problem with THAT, then they will be transferred to nursing homes, where they will be forced to perform vajazzles on doped-up old ladies.
4: BRING BACK STREET CORNER DOO WOP:
There’s no doubt that one of the greatest pop videos of the last century was the promo for End Of The Road by Boyz II Men. I’m sure you were all as moved as I was by the bit where they sing underneath a bridge next to a burning brazier. Now imagine that scene on the corner of every ‘problem street’ in Britain (basically any street where someone has drawn or spray-painted a cock and balls on a wall).
There are going to be a lot of convicted looters behind bars over the next few months and by the time they get out of jail the mass clear-up will be complete. So what do we do with them? Simple – force them to channel their energies into perfecting close harmonies in a collection of new street corner doo wop groups.
But they needn’t think they can subvert the classic doo wop form and perform songs loaded with filth-words and boasts about their sexually-transmitted infections. The streets will be policed by lyric wardens (working as part of their national service) and any cursing will see the immediate removal of their vowels. This nation WILL be great again.