I’d like to offer for an extreme cunting – the telemarket, telesales cold calling industry, whose invasion of privacy has now reached epic proportions.

After managing to get some time away from work to indulge in mindless hedonistic pleasures, I have had 15 of these parasites calling my mobile and my landline (the latter which is ex-directory). Quite how they know who I am is beyond me, other than the probable fact that the cunts who maintain the electoral role have sold my confidential info to them.

Bad enough being pestered by some non-English speaking idiot, who fails to understand the rudiments of the words “bugger off”, but for them to then ring back 30 minutes later or clog up my answering machine with verbal diarrhea is to put it mildly, infuriating.

Nominated by: Lez