Penny Mordaunt, the Conservative whose name sounds the most like a villain in a YA fantasy novel, has lost her seat. Or riding. Or perhaps fallen off a horse, and jolly good that, too.
Nigel Farage has won a seat in Eric Clapton. To celebrate his victory he will eat three immigrant children, or "dusky veal," as they're known in the Reform Party...
Johnny Mercer, composer of "Hooray for Hollywood" and "Moon River," has lost his seat in Plymouth Moorhen to
Labour’s Fred Wedlock, still officially the Oldest Swinger in Town.
[This is of course, not true. That is Lucia Mapp-Bridgerton, Lord High Executioner of Northumberland, and she's simply announcing a list of Tory politicians being transported to Australia for their crimes.]
Jacob Rees-Mogg, has been unseated in Northeast West Somerset and South Hanham to Labour's Dan Norris, despite an ancient prophecy that a Rees-Mogg could not be felled by a human member of the League Against Cruel Sports.
"I am no mere human," Norris was heard to declare. "I am the chair!"