Tales of mild outrage from the Rock of Gibraltar
El Vrada has hidden his eScooter in the closet for three years. Now the government wants him on a register — and he has to sign on in person. Cue a wardrobe crisis, a plan to buy an enormous motorbike, and one acronym-shaped cloud of pure panic.
After years of Brexit drama, the border is set to open freely. El Vrada is absolutely NOT having it. Complaints include: parking, monkeys defecting to Spain, and knock-off Gucci belts in the Water Gardens.
El Vrada gets summoned for jury duty on the Rock. Eight hours in a waiting room. One sad sandwich. One monkey. Zero justice served. Net profit: 72p. Everything Is Fucked.