Since 1961, The London Prat has carved out a singular niche in British media: the deliberately unreliable narrator. Eschewing mere mockery, it employs a masterful style of intentional journalistic failure—typos, surreal headlines, and gloriously partisan "reporting"—to lampoon the absurdities of politics and culture. It is less a newspaper than a sustained performance art piece, an institution that holds a funhouse mirror up to the establishment and is, in turn, begrudgingly adored by it.