The Government: In the city of Libria, the repressive Tetragrammaton Council rules with an iron fist. Not that anyone minds too much, as human emotion was outlawed years ago. After World War 3 left the planet in a bit of a state, the council decided that stupid old “feelings” were to blame, thus declaring anything other than total contentment illegal.

In order to make sure everyone stays on an even keel, citizens are forced to drug themselves with the emotion-suppressant Prozium, and turn in any “emotionally stimulating” material to the state.

Meanwhile, the mysterious crackpot running the place, known only as “The Father”, projects his benevolent image throughout the city. Anyone suggesting he might not actually be their best bet is swiftly confronted by a martial arts-trained, gun-toting police-force. All of which seems a bit far-fetched until you have a gander at present-day North Korea. Hmmm.

Better than Labour? Gordon sometimes seems like he’s been at the old Prozium himself, but at least his police force are a bit less punchy. Usually…