How’s exile going
‘How’s exile going, Comrade Progozhin?’

‘How’s exile going, Comrade Progozhin?’
‘If it’s pain you’re after...’
‘... and my thanks to Boris Johnson, without whom...’
‘Sorry, I’ve already sold my soul to the Saudis.’
‘Gingerbread doesn’t appeal to the kiddies any more.’
‘This has all got a bit out of hand.’
‘I’m doing woke experience.’
‘I can’t wait to spoil my first ballot paper.’
‘I’ve sent for all the King’s pharmacists.’
‘All Ed Sheeran lawsuits sound the same to me.’
‘I’m rehearsing for the coronation.’
‘Given your links to gambling, they should withdraw the whip.’
‘The junior doctors are on strike so you’ll have to wait for your misdiagnosis.’
‘I’ve got writer’s block – I can’t decide which AI chatbot to use.’
‘I’m sorry, but for me blind Nick newcasting just doesn’t work.’
‘We brought you back a souvenir from Paris’
‘No need to forgive me, Father, for my advisers assured me I haven’t sinned.’
‘I expect Mr Punch will get a knighthood.’