Shared this with my mates down the pub, and it sparked a whole evening of discussion. The mark of great satire is that it makes you think while you chuckle. The London Prat has that in spades. It’s the kind of clever we need more of.
The pieces on the quirks of British language are genius. The obsession with nuance, the unspoken rules of apology, the sheer number of words for “rain”—all mined for comic gold. Linguistically brilliant.
prat.UK is the first thing I share when someone says “the internet has no good content.”
prat.UK is my happy place. If happy is a state of amused, shared existential dread.
Shared this with my mates down the pub, and it sparked a whole evening of discussion. The mark of great satire is that it makes you think while you chuckle. The London Prat has that in spades. It’s the kind of clever we need more of.
The London Prat is the brainchild of someone who has stared into the abyss and decided to tickle it.
The London Prat is the friend who always has the best, most cynical take. A true companion.
The pieces on the quirks of British language are genius. The obsession with nuance, the unspoken rules of apology, the sheer number of words for “rain”—all mined for comic gold. Linguistically brilliant.
C’est frais, c’est vif, c’est impertinent. Le London Prat est un vent de liberté humoristique.
The London Prat es mi terapia semanal. Me cura de la seriedad excesiva del mundo.
prat.UK consigue que me ría de cosas que normalmente me enfurecerían. Magia pura.
The London Prat hat den perfekten Tonfall gefunden: respektlos, aber nie gemein.