Paul Wood

‘And do you, Angela, agree to undergo a course of critical race theory...’

‘It’s my husband, he’s lost his sense of taste.’

‘I’m going to have to go guys, I’m losing my connection.’

‘What sex is it? Let’s enter that minefield.’

‘Well we’ve tested the vaccine on animals, now for the human guinea pigs.’

‘Let’s face it – we’re running out of ways to rescue the country.’

‘After spending so much time in isolation I decided to cut it myself.’

New gestures replace the handshake

‘Can I swap this cow for those beans? I’ve just turned vegan.’

‘Who needs a brain when I could have a YouTube channel with three million subscribers?’

‘If you could just give me a moment to check my internet history…’

‘I’m at home enjoying some mixed doubles.’

‘Good news, Mr Billingham. I no longer have to refer to you as the “worried well”…’

‘Brexit!’

‘Brexit? I’m stockpiling for a new statue of Thatcher.’

‘Oh dear – I thought we were going to have a dry January.’

‘I don’t want her to grow up reading fairy tales where she’s rescued by Prince Charming.’