Farty's Fortunes

Sunday, 22 February 2009

St Jade of Bermondsey

Idea for a Viz-style cartoon strip to be published shortly after the highly publicised death of reality tv sleb Jade Goody Tweed. Or possibly before. Meh.

On arriving in Purgatory, Jade is told by St Peter that they can't decide whether she should be sent to Heaven or Hell. On the one hand, she's a well-known racialist, having insulted Shilpa Shetty on Sleb Big Brother, but on the other, her televised battle for survival has raised wareness [sic] of the need for young women to get themselves screened for cervical cancer.

Eventually St Peter makes up his mind and clips a pair of wings onto Jade's back, telling her that even though she's not from East Angular, he's decided to make her an angel and allow her to sit up with the baby Jesus and that. But he warns her to watch her language or she'll be evicted from Heaven.

Up she flies through the Pearly Gates and lands between St Diana and Mother Theresa. Baby Jesus is there with a halo and beard. Yeah. After sitting playing harps, chatting and such, they feel a bit peckish, so they pick up a menu and phone the Heavenly takeaway. St Diana orders the roast unicorn, Mother Theresa only wants chick pea soup (which arrives with real baby chicks swimming in it) and Jade settles on the Passenger Pigeon and chips.

Just then, Jade spots Mahatma Ghandi fasting in the corner and asks, "Who ordered the Indian?"

At this point, her wings abruptly fall off and she plummets through the clouds and down into Hell. Landing with a splash, she finds herself waist deep in lava, flanked by Saddam Hussein and Margaret Thatcher 1, whilst demons prod her with burning pitchforks. Glumly, she starts picking at a plate of food before her.

Reader's voice: What are you eating now, Jade?

Jade: Rats' cocks.

1 Still alive at time of writing, but I can wish, can't I?


Mr H said...

I'm still pissed off at Living TV for turning down my idea for Wheeltappers & Shunters Fight Club reality TV show.


john.g. said...

Nowt wrong with Maggie! Better than the Scotch twat we have now!

Anna Russell said...

John G - .... (speechless)

I really shouldn't laugh at this, but I so did.

Mr Farty said...

Mr H - I'd love to watch Bernard Manning get the shit kicked out of him, dead or alive.

John - That's "one-eyed Scotch idiot" to you.

Anna - Why? Why? Why do I write such insensitive material? Oh, that's right. Because it's funny.

Ché l'écossais said...

Well, technically, Gordon has three eyes, but one of them isn't used.

Ché l'écossais said...

One is for vision, one is broken and the other one handles civil liberties and suchlike.

Mr Farty said...

McChé - I get it, I get it. Enough already with the smut, that's my job.