The Weird Sisters (and a weird bloke): "When shall we three meet again?"

A Scotswoman,  a Welsh woman and an Australian woman walk into a bar and order a bottle of champagne...

When the barman tells them that'll be £35, the three of them point at him and scream "Tory scum!"

They have a lot in common, the leaders of the SNP, the Green Party and Plaid Cymru - they're all women (even I spotted that), they hate Tories, they hate England (the Greens hate every economically developed country), they hate the (private sector) rich, and their wee faces wrinkle in puzzlement when they hear the phrase "living within one's means" - because, of course, right-wing English bastards will foot any bill the Three Graces might run up in pursuit of their warped, malevolent, ruinous vision of "social justice".

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

First Witch

When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch

When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch

That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch

Where the place?

Second Witch

Upon the heath.

Third Witch

There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch

I come, Graymalkin!

Second Witch

Paddock calls.

Third Witch

Anon.

ALL

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Exeunt

Exeunt, indeed - please!