Alan B'Stard returns from three years in a Russian Gulag to discover that his parliamentary seat is gone, and his less-than-adoring wife has had him declared dead and seized all his assets. It's frankly no more than he deserves but he soon has his scheming, grafting snout in the new and even bigger trough of corruption that is the European Parliament. He's joined, as always, by his well-intentioned but cretinously stupid sidekick Piers Fletcher-Dervish. From manufacturing industrial disputes for his own financial gain, to attempting to purchase Hitler's corpse for his own financial gain, to intervening in the Balkan conflict for ... well, I bet you can guess why ... Alan is soon up to his old tricks, though he's definitely saving his biggest (and in the world of 2019, most topical) scheme for the grand finale.
The New Statesman is frequently funny in a deliberately crass kind of way, though there's something a little bit eerie these days in watching a fictional account of a venal, corrupt right-wing politician stoking the fires of British xenophobia against the EU in order to feather his own nest and without any regard for the consequences to anyone else.
Why yes, I do have strong opinions about Brexit. What gave it away?
In the final analysis, if you've enjoyed earlier seasons of this show, you'll likely continue to like it in this last series. The quality remains consistent, even if it's not really breaking any new ground in its overall content.
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