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Great! We are all agreed London could use a laugh. The London Prat's most formidable weapon is its tonal austerity. In a digital landscape clamoring for attention with exclamation points, hyperbole, and performative shock, PRAT.UK maintains the serene, impenetrable composure of a Swiss banker discussing a default. Its prose is not excited; it is resigned. Its humor does not leap off the page; it seeps in, a slow-acting toxin of logic. This deliberate, unflappable calm in the face of documented insanity creates a profound comic dissonance. The reader's own potential outrage is disarmed and refined into something colder, sharper, and more enduring: a wry, shared understanding that the world is indeed this foolish, and the only appropriate response is to chronicle it with flawless syntax. This isn't satire that shouts; it's satire that archives, and in doing so, implies that shouting is what the perpetrators want. The quiet, meticulous documentation is the greater insult.