The International Revolutionary Jihad for the Liberation of the Islamic Republic of Great Britain

Is that our Shafiq at the terror training camp? Tell him to tidy his bunk and thank whoever’s in charge for having him.

If you’re not familiar with Monkey Dust, it’s an animated series from 2003 that is, frankly, bleak as fuck. In amongst the myriad of bizarre and uncomfortable sketches are tales of a woman having an affair with her dog, the cross-breeding of Bernard Manning with a tomato and three couples-worth of pretentious yuppie fucks eating a tramp’s head at a dinner party.

And despite the way it looks, this is actually a bit of light relief compared to the rest of the output. In the sense that it revolves around three incompetent fanatical Islamist ‘terrorists’ who constantly fail at completing their plans (a full six years before ‘Four Lions‘ made a film out of it). Despite their claims, they demonstrably love the trappings of Western society, indulging in such pursuits as watching ‘Stars in Their Eyes’, eating Findus crispy pancakes and keeping tabs on the fixture list of West Bromwich Albion. Supporting whom I imagine is the football equivalent of being detained at Guantanamo Bay. Ask Frank Skinner, Julie Walters or Lenny Henry. Or, for added insanity, the varying Croatian-ness of both Adrian Chiles and Goran Ivanišević.

So with that in mind, this one pretty much writes itself. The logo is overtly Taliban, using conventional Middle Eastern flag colours – the classic four colour setup of black, white, green and red, as present for the UAE, Afghanistan, Palestine, Jordan, Kuwait and many more. We’ve got the full name of the organisation at the bottom in English, the IRJLIRGB initialism on the red strip and then the full name again round the outside in Arabic. Because, well… these splinter cells don’t half like themselves a bit of overkill. Urk. Sorry. Oh yeah, ‘boing boing’ is a chant you can hear down the Hawthorns when WBA score a goal. Nobody knows why, but there it is. The black strips are also the Baggies’ kit, if that wasn’t obvious enough.

So there you go. Given all of that, I suppose you’d be questioning the target market for this one. And whether anyone in their right mind would be walking down the street with something that looks like this on their chest. I think we’ve ruled out Villa and Wolves fans, at the very least.