Pound takes a pounding from euro after Brexit

I may have to turn to prostitution to pay off my modest camping holiday. Specialist prostitution catering to those who fancy mature ladies with saggy bits, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

Cheers, Brexit. Living in Poundland means it has always been feasible to holiday happily in Euroland, because although everything in Euroland always seemed to cost double its Poundland equivalent, you could just laugh, shrug, and half the “real” price in your head by converting it into nice solid pounds sterling.

Not anymore. Oh boy. Thanks to the maniacs who proposed and voted for Brexit, you can now find yourself in a French motorway station screaming at your hungry dependents: “PUT THAT MAGNUM BACK, IT’S FOUR QUID!”