Parker

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Rebel in control. London.

Thursday, 16 May You can hear the rooks cawing in Regent's Park The tits warbling by the zoo Ducklings quacking round the lake Where greylags swim two by two Bird cries have echoed since time began They'll sing on no matter what Ptarmigan, ousel and ortolan I'd happily shoot the lot
On Sky News, Beff Rigby asks Sophie Ridge to speculate pointlessly about Sir Andy Brylcreem's forthcoming premiership.
Nigel Spivage laying a wreath for Ann Widdecombe dressed in an intrinsically hideous navy blazer with black tie, some brown trousers which are beyond description and a pair of blue shoes with white laces that are identical to a pair my mum has who is 96.
Newnight panel featuring Binface, Nicholas Watts-The-Point, Therese Fuckoffey and three other gormless nonentities, seated before intrinsically hideous pink and blue backdrop that includes large picture of Nigel Spivage.
Penelope Keith in The Good Life looking a million dollars in a blue off the shoulder number with matching headscarf.
A picture of my doorbell with an large spider crouched across it.
Davros gets over-excited as he imagines destroying all non-Dalek forms of life
Two Jeremy Irons in long white wigs perform Ohio Impromptu by Samuel Becket.
The cover of Three Act Tragedy by Agatha Christie
An AI Che Guevara with suggestive expression and er... raised fist.
Siouxsie Sioux on tour in 2023 wearing a silver trouser suit made by the late Pam Hogg.
Miss Babs from Acorn Antiques speaking on a green onyx telephone bids farewell to Tulsi Gabbard
Some coal miners having a moment in the showers.
A cartoon postcard of the moon's surface with the title in illustrated letters containing drawings of "Green cheese", "Big rocks", "Little Valleys" "Tranquility Base", "Various smashed probes", "Russian rovers" and "Who knows what else".
Daleks prepare to drop a bomb into the centre of the earth for... reasons.
Norma Desmond is ready for her close-up.
A brick wall with apertures covered with hardboard. Someone has written PEACE UNITY on the left hand board.
Locked gates of an industrial yard in Kennington, London, with "Scum" written on them in Sharpie.
Close up of the word Utopia stencilled in red on a wall in my south London neighbourhood.
Uncovered wall of tube station platform. The numbers 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 have been written in the alcoves in yellow paint.
Remains of a stencilled figure half-dissolved by rain on paper covering the door of an empty shop on The Cut, Waterloo, London
Derelict shop front in Walworth boarded up but considerably brightened up by enormous piece of colourful graffiti courtesy of some thoughtful civic-minded person.
The words "THIS IS NOT THE END" printed on a black wall somewhere around the Pullens Estate, South London.
A brown sheet of metal fixed to a wall near Oxford Street in London with scraps of glue and plaster on which someone has drawn eyes and a heart. Across the top reads "Don't worry. Be happy. Every little thing."
Derelict neon sign that reads "I Had A Dream" on an exterior wall near the Aylesbury Estate, South London
Yellow graffiti face with "hope" written in red and white on wooden temporary hoarding today in Elephant and Castle.
Mural of Noddy behind some railings on the wall of a pre-school in my south London neighbourhood.
Part of the now-demolished Heygate Estate, south London. Graffiti on a concrete walkway says "No War!". A sign on a brick wall read "No dogs".
Graffiti of a cat's face with a Cheshire cat grin and hearts for eyes on a brick wall under a train line in Walworth, London.
The wall of a building in Walworth, South London, partially bricks painted red and partially plasterboard in two different shades of red with the faint remains of a stencilled figure in outline.
A billboard site on the Walworth Road in South London with many torn scraps of old posters partially removed. The words "Don't Be Afraid" are still visible.
UK Home Secretary Shabana Mahmood enthusiastically greeting the visit of Krisi Noem.
Disastrous temporary prime minister Liz Truss gazes gormlessly into the middle distance wearing head-engulfing millinery disaster.