LITTLEJOHN: As Angry Ginge Rayner readies her hard-Left leadership bid… Welcome to Angelaland!

He was drunk as a skunk, drinking champagne, bouncing off the walls and tearing up the dance floor. No, not Angry Ginge Rayner on another crazy Ibiza hen party weekend. This was actress Lucy Punch at the Bafta awards.

As young people say: You go girl!

Punch is the star of BBC comedy series Amandaland, which won the Bafta award for Best Scripted Comedy.

I’ve honestly never heard of Lucy Punch or Amandaland. But thankfully it’s not targeting me.

But after the Daily Mail’s wonderful TV critic Christopher Stevens gave Amandaland a rave review, I thought I’d take a look at it this week in between reruns of The Bill on what UK Gold calls itself.

I fast forwarded through most of it, stopping only to see the gorgeous Joanna Lumley playing Amanda’s mother.

But I have to admit that Punch, which narrowly missed out on the Bafta award for Best Actress, was fantastic. His character is one of the Great British Grotesques, along with Basil Fawlty and David Brent.

He’s a duped, self-styled ‘influencer’ with zero followers on TikTok, who actually works in a bathroom store and is the COO (Chief Executive Officer) and CEO (Chief Executive Officer) of a lifestyle website called Senuous, a 21st century internet version of Del Boy’s New York, Paris, Peckham Trotters Independent Trading (TIT).

Or as Joanna Lumley’s character puts it: ‘You post a photo of yourself eating cake and it’s a job?’

Amanda, who received a small loan from HSBC, boasts that she received an investment from a large bank based in Hong Kong and Shanghai.

He lives in a scrappy area of ​​South Harlesden (which he fashionably calls SoHa) and is ‘almost vegan’, unless you count pairing pork with prosecco. In the episode I watched, Amanda was running down the street with a selfie stick in her hand and pretending to participate in a 7km run.

The kind of TV you watch through your fingers from behind the sofa is irresistible; It’s a bit like Fawlty Towers and The Office.

At her core, Amanda is a shallow, vain social climber who thinks she’s a super popular alpha female.

Like I said, it’s not my cup of tea, but I was struck by the similarities between Amanda and Angry Ginge in the middle of the first episode of Series Two. This is where we come into play. They are about the same age, even have the same unruly horse hair, and clearly share the same ridiculous estimations of their own status and abilities.

Ginge has an Angela Rayner Official TikTok account where she promotes her brand of toxic Senuous style. Let’s call it ‘Stocious’ – Irish and Scottish slang for ‘to be extremely drunk, inebriated or stoned’, aka ‘to be shaken or beaten’.

Like Lucy Punch at the Baftas, Ginge is regularly seen bouncing off the walls and tearing up the dance floor; either DJing in Ibiza or knocking on doors in the House of Commons.

He is the leading unpaid ambassador for ‘Venom’; his favorite drink, a potent concoction consisting of a bottle of vodka, a bottle of Southern Comfort, ten bottles of WKD, whatever, and a dash of orange juice. (Probably Sunny D.)

Ginge moved her main home (for stamp duty purposes) from the Ashton-under-Lyne constituency to trendy Hove, Actually (or HoVa, as Amanda would no doubt call it).

It was filmed floating in the sea off Hove, smoking an e-cigarette and heading back to the beach with a glass the size of Desperate Dan, which looked like a Whispering Angel but was more likely to be a glass of Mateus Rosé.

Ginge did not take out a loan from HSBC as far as I know. But, as I predicted, he got a huge warrant from HMRC, which found him not guilty of failing to pay £40,000 in stamp duty on the flat in Hove.

Remember, the Government he aspires to lead is in deep trouble at the hands of the Chinese Communist Party, another major Hong Kong and Shanghai investor, which has been given permission to build a giant spy center next to London’s Tower Bridge.

Self-confessed ‘Vape Dragon’ Ange didn’t film herself miming a 7km run, but was photographed taking part in something called the ‘Mud Race’ over the weekend; I assumed this was a rehearsal for the upcoming Labor Party leadership contest.

I have no idea what he was doing yesterday, and Weepy Wes Streeting’s outburst seems to have hit his fox for now. But I wouldn’t bet on him heading to Downing Street with the support of the unions, especially if Andy Burnham fails in the Makerfield by-election.

Frankly, I wouldn’t give him a job in a bathroom shop.

Lucy Punch’s Amanda may be a walking horror show but she’s basically harmless, just another goofy bird starring in her own movie.

His doppelganger, Angry Ginge, is a completely different source of poison. The prospect of living in Far Left Angelaland is absolutely terrifying.

Neanderthal man used crude stone drills to treat dental cavities. Given that it is almost impossible to find a dentist on the NHS, this may still be your best option today. And the reason I never believe in faith healers is because they don’t make teeth.

Comparisons have been made between Wes Streeting and David Miliband, who was defeated by his own brother Ed in the leadership battle following Gordon Brown’s defeat in 2010.

Comparisons are being made between Wes Streeting and David Miliband, once nominated as Labour’s Blairite The Golden Boy beaten by his own brother Ed was involved in the leadership battle that followed Gordon Brown’s defeat in 2010. I fear a similar fate awaits Weepy Wes.

For reasons I can’t be bothered to explain, following the 2010 election, we had a life-size cardboard figure of David Miliband posing with a banana in our garage.

My wife eventually got tired of looking at the car every time she backed it up and took it to the dump. As he throws it jump, one of the staff He said: ‘Hey, this Mr. Bean, isn’t it?’

The Labor leadership debacle, the wars in Ukraine and Iran, the cost of living crisis and the economy going to hell on a wheelbarrow.

However, yesterday morning, a female MP, whose name I had never heard of and whom I had not dared to look at, appeared on the radio complaining about sunbeds and facial filler injections. She was announced as a member of the parliamentary committee on ‘Beauty, Hair and Wellbeing’.

From where? What does this ‘Beauty, Hair and Wellbeing’ nonsense have to do with MPs? Talk about a complete Botox package. . .

Here’s one you might have missed. New York’s neo-com mayor Zohran Mamdani – America’s answer to London’s two-bobbed, far-left chancer Genghis Khan – has abandoned plans to impose a ‘wealth tax’ on owners of expensive homes.

This follows an exodus of high-net-worth individuals and businesses from the Big Apple to low-tax states like Florida, Texas and Tennessee.

Meanwhile, our sullen Chancellor, Rachel From Complaints, continues to impose her own so-called wealth taxes on the ‘rich’, many of whom bought their homes decades ago.

Seriously rich non-doms have long since left London.

If even a self-described ‘socialist’ like the mayor of New York understands that wealth taxes are counterproductive, when will Labor’s Toytown class warriors come to their senses?

It’s time to start spreading the word.