My ironic take on the anti-Brexit hysteria (we have it in Sweden, too) written in the form of a review of a zombie novel.
A good exposé of the killing spree that followed Brexit. Thousands of zombies ran amuck the world over, threatening anyone who looked even vaguely British, unless they had a bottle of Scotch and could pronounce “Loch Lomond” with an unimpeachable Glasgow accent. The fate of the others is too frightening to contemplate. Also a lot of evidence that the undead zombies (who clearly suffer from Brexit-itis) are on the Moscow payroll. Also evidence that Snowden isn't a Scotsman but a Russian from a colony on the back of the Moon. Necessary reading for everyone who has been harassed.