Dunkirk? No, it's more like Carry On Follow That Camel/February 25th 2011.

Richie - Yesterday was ConDem night in the snug of our village local and what mirth and merriment we had! Regulars had to dress up as a member of this truly inept government and we spent most of the evening running around like headless chickens apologising for our mistakes! Arthur Groat donned a body suit made out of three bales of hay and came as lardy Squire Pickles while Marcia Braithwaite impersonated tree-lover Spelman, complete with ketchup and comedy knife in the back courtesy of the PM. Dr Singh wandered aimlessly as Deputy Dawg Clegg and Frances, our landlady, did a fine impression of 16 pints Hague by strapping the remains of an ostrich egg onto her head! Of course, I donned my Bullingdon suit and played slimeball Shameron while Mrs Bob No 3 wore vampire fangs and cloak and came as Slasher Osbourne. The evening ended with a toast to our great former PM Blair whose foresight in dealing with Mad Dog Gaddafi has most likely prevented nuclear war in the Mid East! Chins up I say!