If only he had understood the variety of sausages available on the continent

The reinvention of Ladybird books with adult satirical content has been a brief but enjoyable fashion. The best are full of cracking one liners that go well with the artists' pastiches of original content.
Less successful, I think, is the attempt at longer form writing with little Enid Blyton-style stories...or maybe it's just this one: Five on Brexit Island by Bruno Vincent. Perhaps it's still too painful or, you could take the opposing view, that the reality is far funnier and involves bigger buffoons than you could possibly make up.