The New Statesman writers plan spin-off following the son of Rik Mayall’s Sir Alan B’Stard

Writers Laurence Marks and Maurice Gran believe The B’Stard Legacy is what the world needs in the age of alt-right and Fake News

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The New Statesman writers are planning a spin-off to the 80s and 90s sitcom called The B’Stard Legacy.

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Writers Laurence Marks and Maurice Gran revealed that the new show – which is in early stages of development and is yet to find a channel – will follow the adventures of Arron, the son of Sir Alan B’Stard who was the central character from the original show, played by the late Rik Mayall.

Arron operates a range of websites, including the world’s most popular social media platform, and is the result of a sperm donation that the immoral and corrupt Tory MP made while he was still alive.

The producers said: “Unprecedented political events, ranging from Brexit to the election of President Donald Trump in the US are shaping the country. With the political satire genre, much like our political landscape, in crisis and in need of help, Marks and Gran believe that the new show, The B’Stard Legacy, is what the world needs in the time of the alt-right and Fake News.”

The New Statesman aired between 1987 and 1994, and Mayall died of a heart attack in 2014, aged 56.

Marks and Gran – who also write Birds of a Feather – offer a comical letter (below) in lieu of a press release to explain how they could “possibly recreate the iconic show without the notorious character and the ego that was politician Alan B’Stard”.


To the “Gentlemen” of the press. 

Sir Alan B’Stard, as we’re sure you remember, met his untimely end in 2014, in a skydiving orgy disaster that the world’s media were bribed not to report. Today, the nation aches for a man of Sir Alan’s intellect, resourcefulness and devious cunning, to lead us through the morass of Brexit, Trumpery, and smart fridges that order hundreds of cartons of yoghurt while you’re asleep.

But all is not lost. Everybody knows that Sir Alan was driven by his gargantuan libido; he was proud of his excessive sex drive and of his ability to reach orgasm inside ten seconds. But we only learned recently that he was a frequent and enthusiastic sperm donor from the age of 12, when we were contacted by the man claiming to be his rightful heir. 

As the executors of Sir Alan B’Stard’s legacy, we took it upon ourselves to interview the claimant, Arron Conway, an apparently mild-mannered individual and the adopted son of two Green Party activists in Welwyn Garden City. Arron is the operations manager of a medium-sized IT company, and he looks nothing like his father, though he boasts of the same hair-trigger penis, which he offered to demonstrate to our researcher, Carla. She demurred.

As Arron told his tale we realised with mounting excitement that we were once again in the presence of greatness. He always knew he was adopted, not least because his father was black. But when Arron turned 40, he was overcome with a sense of life’s futility and decided to use his IT skills to track down his biological father. It didn’t take him long to realise he was Sir Alan’s first-born son. Now everything fell into place. This was why he felt so superior to everyone he met. This was why his dreams were so vivid and ambitious. This was why he suffered from premature ejaculation.

In the few years since he decided to follow in his father’s footsteps, Arron B’Stard, as we must now think of him, has quietly been building an international business and media empire. You’ve heard of Gabfest, the world’s biggest social website; it belongs to Arron. Wakileaks; HowlerMonkey; Flashermac; Kim Jong Un; all controlled by Arron.

But now Arron B’Stard has decided to take his rightful place on the world stage. From now on he will operate in full view, and he has asked us – Laurence Marks and Maurice Gran – to present his schemes and adventures to the public. To be honest, we don’t really want to, but we are terrified to turn him down.

Yours sincerely,

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Laurence Marks and Maurice Gran