Pray 4 Badboy PortaShrines only £99.99: RICHARD LITTLEJOHN says the usual suspects are already jumping on the bandwagon over the shooting of a drug-dealer on the M62 

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Mohammed Yassar Yaqub was shot dead by police marksmen who fired through the windscreen of his silver Audi

The PortaShrine factory has been working overtime this week to keep up with roaring demand from West Yorkshire following the fatal shooting of a local celebrity known affectionately as Stud Badboy.

Our popular roadside memorials — which feature teddy bears, petrol station flower arrangements and semi-literate hand-written notes with heart emojis drawn in lipstick — can be custom-made to suit any occasion.

The PortaShrine product line encompasses every possible excuse for vicarious grieving, from pop stars who die of drugs overdoses to the celebrated Pray 4 Muamba model, which was specially designed to commemorate people who aren’t actually dead.

Our trained craftsmen have already been rushed off their feet during the Christmas and New Year holidays following a spate of celebrity deaths.

Top sellers include the Princess Leia, which features Ewoks instead of teddy bears, and the George Michael, which plays a karaoke version of Careless Whisper, allowing mourners to sing along while waving iPhones displaying our ‘eternal flame’ app — a must for candle-lit vigils.

Both are yours for a very reason-able £99.99 plus VAT and available from www.portashrine.con.

Please allow at least seven days for delivery, as stocks at our central lock-up in Peckham were exhausted over the extended holiday period.

We dispatched a fleet of liveried three-wheeled vans to Huddersfield, where locals took to the streets to honour Mr Badboy. Hundreds of mourners released balloons and laid tasteful plastic flowers on the M62 sliproad, scene of their hero’s unfortunate demise.

Mr Badboy, real name Mohammed Yassar Yaqub, was shot dead by police marksmen who fired through the windscreen of his silver Audi.

A post mortem examination showed Mohammed Yassar Yaqub died from gunshot wounds to the chest

Forensics officers examine a silver Audi near junction J24 of the M62 following the shooting

By happy coincidence, we were able to adapt a few dozen PortaShrines left over from the fatal shooting of Tottenham ‘gangsta’ Mark Duggan, which sparked the London riots in 2011. All we had to do was cross out Duggan’s street name ‘Starrish Mark’ and write in ‘Stud Badboy’ in felt tip pen.

With PortaShrines selling like hot cakes out of the back of our vans, we were also pleased to offer his supporters #BlackLivesMatter T-shirts and recycled baseball caps bearing the legend ‘No Peace, No Justice’ — complete with instructions not to wear them back-to-front, as this would prevent the slogan being picked up by the TV cameras.

These look very fetching when worn in conjunction with our range of ‘Luv U Stud’ ski masks and balaclavas.

In due course, we are planning to provide Molotov cocktails and an assortment of other missiles to be thrown at Huddersfield Police Station and the coroner’s court during the inquest.

The PortaShrine product line encompasses every possible excuse for vicarious grieving, including the death of Carrie Fisher

So who was Stud Badboy?

According to his friends and family, he was a peace-loving father-of-two, a ‘brilliant’ son, a successful legitimate businessman and car dealer, who drove a £260,000 Lamborghini Aventador — as you do in Huddersfield.

According to police and his ‘business associates’, he was a violent heroin and crack cocaine dealer who deployed drones to drop Class A drugs into the high-security Armley prison in Leeds.

He was also a money-launderer, who used the proceeds from selling drugs to buy and sell high-end cars. Clearly, he was also a cautious man since his £136,000 home was protected by no fewer than ten surveillance cameras. That’s an awful lot of surveillance for such a modestly priced property — it cost only half as much as his motor.

But it was obviously a wise precaution as neighbours report that the house had previously been targeted by gunmen armed with a shotgun. Business rivals, perhaps?

There are also suggestions that his house was a magnet for pizza delivery bikes and minicabs, sometimes as many as 20 a day.

I am sure there’s an innocent explanation. Maybe he just had a predilection for pepperoni and cheese and was planning to set up an Uber franchise.

Even his friends, however, are prepared to concede that he was ‘no angel’ — probably on account of his various run-ins with the law, including being charged with attempting to murder two people in a drive-by shooting in 2009. He was acquitted when the case collapsed.

On the night of his death, police surrounded a convoy of vehicles, including a Jaguar and a Mercedes E-class. The operation had been pre-planned and an initial investigation by the independent police complaints body said that a firearm was found in Mr Badboy’s Audi.

Inquiries are continuing, but that hasn’t stopped his family and supporters claiming that he was ‘executed’ in cold blood.

Needless to say, the usual suspects are jumping on the bandwagon and trying to discredit the police.

Curiously, they have stopped referring to him as Stud Badboy, by which he was commonly known, and instead have taken only to using his family name, Mohammed Yassar Yaqub.

If this is intended to imply there was some racial motive behind his death, then it may be working. Some of the scribbled notes on the roadside tributes and Facebook postings refer only to ‘Yass’, ‘Yassa’ or ‘Yassar’.

Black Lives Matter troublemakers, local ‘yuman rites’ and ‘diversity’ activists are already exploiting his death to make mischief. A police car has been attacked in nearby Bradford and anti-police posters have started appearing in Huddersfield.

Social media sites allege he was ‘targeted, ambushed and assassinated’.

No doubt there will be a minute’s applause for him before the Huddersfield Town v Port Vale game tomorrow.

This column, as you know, doesn’t like to rush to judgment until the full facts are known — although this does look like another case of: ‘Oh, dear, how sad, never mind.’

I am always prepared to give the police the benefit of the doubt in such situations, especially frontline firearms officers who put their lives at risk to keep the rest of us safe.

Officers should not be vilified or persecuted for doing their job.

Mr Badboy’s father — a local landlord who owns 100 properties — says he will fund a private prosecution against whoever pulled the trigger.

Then again, tearful bereaved parents, beloved of television news bulletins, don’t always make the most rational witnesses.

Mr Badboy Senior should let the law take its course.

Meanwhile, every cloud and all that. Back in Peckham, PortaShrine production is in full swing and we are planning a major investment which will create hundreds more jobs in the vicarious bereavement industry — another sign that British business is full of confidence and booming in the wake of the Brexit vote.

Hurry, hurry, while stocks last.

Net immigration is running at 330,000 a year, including Afghan beheading enthusiasts from Holland, and Syrian terrorists who have managed to gain a foothold in Europe.

This is precisely the free movement the Remoaners want to keep. If that’s not bad enough, we now face another menace. Millions of ‘demon shrimp’ have made their way to Britain via Poland. 

The Dikerogammarus Haemobaphes started arriving here five years ago, after stowing away in ballast water on cargo ships. They are breeding so fast, they are threatening to wipe out our native species — not just shrimp but also river fish, mayflies and stoneflies.

Millions of ‘demon shrimp’ have made their way to Britain via Poland. The Dikerogammarus Haemobaphes started arriving here five years ago, after stowing away on cargo ships

A spokesman for Salmon & Trout Conservation said: ‘This demon shrimp, like its cousin, the killer shrimp, is an Eastern European invader about which we know little. It is an omnivorous beast and is wreaking havoc by feasting on the indigenous aquatic invertebrate community.’

If we can’t kick out jihadists, what chance have we got of getting rid of demon shrimp?

No wonder the Depressed River Mussel is looking so fed up.

I particularly liked the email from reader Charles Mos, in Portsmouth, who noted that when he cut out the coupon to post to the Culture Secretary, there was a ‘very nice’ picture of ex-Strictly dancer Ola Jordan’s pert derriere on the flipside

Ola's behind the free press campaign 

Thanks to all of you who have written in support of our campaign to stop the Government implementing State regulation of the Press — especially the potentially ruinous Section 40, which would make newspapers pay the legal costs of anyone who brings an action against them, win or lose.

Mulling further upon what I wrote on Tuesday, it is even more astonishing that the Left-wing rabble who have managed to get themselves appointed to Impress would even consider sharing a duvet with former motor racing boss Max Mosley, who is funding the organisation.

It gives you some idea just how much they hate popular newspapers. In other circumstances, Mosley is exactly the kind of Right-wing, multi-millionaire toff most of them would despise — son of the leader of the British Union of Fascists and a notorious exploiter of ‘sex workers’ he paid to dress up in military uniforms.

It only goes to prove yet again the old Arab proverb: My enemy’s enemy is my friend.

We’re grateful to all those who have taken the trouble to write to Culture Secretary Karen Bradley in support of Press freedom.

I particularly liked the email from reader Charles Mos, in Portsmouth, who noted that when he cut out the coupon to post to the Culture Secretary, there was a ‘very nice’ picture of ex-Strictly dancer Ola Jordan’s pert derriere on the flipside.

He observed: ‘I didn’t know if it was a deliberate message to the Impress lot, or designed to distract a certain Formula One personality, who is reputed to be quite partial to this sort of thing.’

Those of us who still miss Screaming Lord Sutch will be sad to learn that novelty candidate Bus Pass Elvis has decided to hang up his Hunka Burnin’ Lurve jumpsuit and will not be standing in any future elections.

I can’t help thinking he’s being a bit previous. Given the parlous state of Labour and the irrelevance of the Lib Dems, there’s every chance that the Bus Pass Elvis Party could form the official Opposition in 2020.