"Green Party's Zack Polanski Calls Out Tax-Dodging MPs – Will He Practice What He Preaches?"

IN 2010, a baby-faced wannabe thespian, christened David Paulden, landed the star role in a nerdy film about bingeing on copious amounts of milk and vomit.

The dentally-troubled actor played college film student Travis Carter who, after a series of mishaps, was forced to produce a documentary about a bizarre American milk-drinking contest in order to graduate.

Polanski and his partner had been co-habiting on a narrowboat, but may, according to the Green Party, have not paid his council tax Credit: Getty As recently as September, the grandiloquent Green ’Un gunned for Nigel Farage and questioned if he should resign Credit: Getty

The film is much ado about nothing, but the leading man’s portrayal makes Adam Sandler look Shakespearean.

The Gallon Challenge neither troubled the fellows of BAFTA nor the Academy, but highlighted the leading man’s natural ability to ham things up, humiliate himself and make people puke.

Fast-forward 15 years and the very same actor, after a series of electric handbrake turns and reinventions, was coronated leader of the Green Party under the rather catchier name of, yet still blessed with those regurgitative qualities.

In May 2021, Polanski was also elected on to the London Assembly, where he still sits today, pocketing a tidy £66,390, but not before the clown had hawked himself as a circus school counsellor, an , a Lib Dem, a gospel singer, an anti-Corbynista, a PGL Travel entertainer, pantomime star and then pro-Corbynista.

It is true to say the former melon-whisperer’s career path has been a little less conventional than that of eco-zealot comrade Ed Miliband.

Some might conclude he could be viewed as a bit of a chancer, something of a charlatan who, like the turbines over which he supposedly lusts, blows with the wind.

Showman Polanski also loves a committee and is Deputy Chair of the Assembly’s Economy, Culture and Skills panel, a member of the Fire Committee, the Environment Committee and the Budget and Performance Committee, so one would like to presume he is well-versed when it comes to matters of a pecuniary nature.

Alas, like those fellow moral arbiters on the Left, Ange and Rachel, who herself puts the chancer into Chancellor, there has been something of a property-related oversight.

Yep, a damned “unintentional mistake” from a leading financially-illiterate politician once more.

There’s a pattern here, innit? You see, and his partner had been co-habiting on a narrowboat moored in east London, but may, according to the Green Party, , which could ultimately lead to prison for the rest of us.

Like the troubled waters on which they apparently bobbed tax-free for three years, it is all rather murky and the admission was slipped out somewhat sneakily as the news agenda was firmly focused on Starmer-geddon.

As recently as September, the grandiloquent Green ’Un gunned for Nigel Farage and questioned if he should resign after allegations the Reform UK leader used a private company to reduce his tax bill.

Small beer when compared to this virtuous hypocrite’s nautical naughtiness.

Thus, it is only right that self-styled paragon Polanski now cuts himself loose and sets sail for political oblivion.

It is the moment to sack Zack, who might then be tempted to return to being a gazonga-gawping hypnotherapist.

Thanks for the mammaries, Polanski.

TUNE KO A SLIPPY SLOPE

Underworld, choose your future. Choose life. Choose to give your fans what they want Credit: Alamy

IN a current exhibition I have curated at The Barbican in London marking the mythical 1996, there is a three-decade-old copy of clubbing publication Mixmag, whose cover proclaims that instant “the year of Underworld”.

In terms, it certainly was. And that is squarely down to director Danny Boyle and author Irvine Welsh choosing the band’s anthem Born Slippy to be the climactic anthem for ’90s film Trainspotting.

The track had made little impact before its cinematic unveiling yet, soon after, its refrain of “lager, lager, lager” filled pubs and clubs.

The epoch-defining celluloid classic may have ignited the careers of actors , Jonny Lee Miller and Robert Carlyle, but Underworld’s fame exploded, too, and main men Karl Hyde and Rick Smith began to grace glossy front pages and cavernous venues.

So, I was troubled to read Underworld appear to be being a little slippery themselves by in the West End musical adaptation of Trainspotting, which opens in July. The words ‘ungrateful’ and ‘bastards’ spring to mind.

Perhaps this is a money grab and the dispute will be resolved before the curtain call, but it is a spiteful and ungracious move by the group, whose career was built on that moment.

They must not deprive theatre audiences of the ultimate Trainspotting moment and this strategy will backfire on them if they do not relent.

So Underworld, choose your future. Choose life. Choose to give your fans what they want.

Supersize Sydney will make viewers say ‘Bra-vo’

Sydney transformed into a giant on the latest episode of Euphoria Credit: TNI Press

has been transformed into a marauding giant for a new episode of her TV series Euphoria.

In a revealing spoof of Attack Of The 50 Foot Woman, Syd Delicious undergoes a metamorphosis in her bedroom, ripping her leopard-print catsuit Hulk-style and

I’m trying to do the maths here . . . but if 5ft 3in Sydney is ten times normal size, her bra must be ample enough to accommodate a small boat full of illegals.

Call Guinness World Records forthwith!

ON hearing floundering S’Keir’s desperate make-or-break speech on Monday, his 30th reset, I was reminded of Gareth Southgate’s verdict on England manager Sven-Goran Eriksson’s half-time team talk during the 2002 World Cup quarter final against Brazil.

In a moment of rare wit, Gareth proclaimed: “We needed Churchill. We got Iain Duncan Smith.”

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