Song: What a Show It's a mighty fine Christmas shindig And it's packed with party bigwigs The message the Leader bellows: "Give more dough, give more dough, give more dough" And there's lots of festive sniping At the parties they've been imbibing Snooty laughter begins to flow: "Ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho ho ho!" And they drank long into the night Till the beer it ran … [Read more...]
About The Party That's Never Won
This monthly parody series covers the machinations of the anti-Europe, anti-immigration, United Liberation Party (ULP). Despite a lack of policies, and never having won an election, the leader, Harry Ra’Basche, has high hopes for May 2015. Each episode runs with a different James Bond spoof theme song performed by our fantastic protest singer, Stella.
Episode 4: The Party Anthem
Song: Say No Say no, say no No immigration, border is closed No, me say no, me say no, me say no, me say no, me say no-o No immigration, border is closed No more soft touch from Great Britain No immigration, border is closed We’ll send you back to your Calais slums No immigration, border is closed What Mr Bureaucrat, Brussels won't allow it? We don't care and … [Read more...]
Episode 3: The Party Conference
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The clock at the front of hall beat out a slow steady tattoo. This was the last day of the United Liberation Party (ULP) conference and the place was still rammed to bursting point. For the moment, throngs of the converted were taking a moment of well-earned rest from all that cheering. The naysayers’ tongues were momentarily silenced. And even the … [Read more...]
Episode 2: Hang ’em High
“The problem with our mainstream image,” began Harry Ra’Basche, pacing the floor of the United Liberation Party’s communications room, whilst casting a casually inconspicuous glance into Sam's low-cut blue dress, “is that every time we make any headway with the popular press, some silly councillor I’ve barely heard of shoots his mouth off about hating women, loving Hitler, or … [Read more...]
Episode 1: We Need a Manifesto
It’s been seven weeks since the first wave of victory flooded through the converted North London town house. It was from here that the triumphant ‘pint swilling gatecrasher at the Westminster toga party!’ speeches were written; and the emails demanding extra cash for the long campaign ahead were sent out again, and again, all bearing Harry Ra’Basche’s friendly grinning face and … [Read more...]