Master of glove puppets

I really love the magazine Private Eye. Not for it's design, which is appalling, but for it's content. I can't spend longer than a 0.3th of a nanosecond looking at most magazines without wondering, with bewilderment, who would buy such an insipid pile of old pants? When I go to the hairdresser (barbers-can't trust 'em) they plonk a couple of magazines on the little shelf thing below the mirror-usually Stuff or GQ or Esquire, and I flick through them, sigh a bit and put them down again. They don't have anything interesting to read in them at all. Give me a New Scientist or a Prospect or a Private Eye every time. What's wrong with actually learning something when you read a magazine? I read all the sections in Private Eye, even the ones I don't understand like 'In The City' because they are well written, are based on actual research, and tell you stuff that the papers should be reporting. I'm biased towards Private Eye because they sometimes print my cartoons you might say, but let me assure you nothing could be further from something that is very far away from the truth. It's just that I don't want to read about Brangelina and tiny laptops and look at endless pictures of boobies and sweat patches.

Anyhoo, here is one of the latest ones from PE's hallowed pages.