The Jeremy Vine show

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The Jeremy Vine show on Radio 2 is so far left it is almost off the fucking page.

Its idea of a balanced debate is some left wing cunt arguing with an extremely left wing cunt, whilst whiny cunts phone in to agree. Occasionally they have someone with a different opinion on the show but they make them look like Hitler would have found them a bit of a cunt.

Also, when the cunt himself is off on one of his many holidays, they shove on that repugnant old tranny Vanessa Feltz on, who smiles and laughs itself through the feel good topics of children with leukaemia and toe cancers. Oh, and he broke down on air the day Bowie died, the ponce.

Cunt him just for that, surely?

Nominated by: Gutstick Japseye

9 thoughts on “The Jeremy Vine show

  1. To be fair, all radio phone-ins should be cunted. It’s the cheapest form of radio to make and there’s no quality control at all – so long as the time is filled with the worthless opinions of cunts, everyone’s happy.

    Many years ago, a friend and I used to regularly phone in to these shows to make mischief, knowing that there was little doubt that we would be put through to the presenter live on air. I once hijacked almost an entire show on the subject of ‘Nostalgia’ by phoning in and claiming to be one of the actors who had been inside the Bungle costume on the children’s TV show ‘Rainbow’. The idiot local radio presenter cunt couldn’t get enough of my fabricated stories: “Wasn’t it hot inside the costume?” he asked. Yes, I said, that’s why I rarely wore anything but a tiny pair of red Speedos underneath. “You could never see the join or the zips in the costume,” he said. I know, I replied, there had been complaints from parents that the early costume looked like a crappy fancy dress outfit, so I was actually sewn into the later costumes. This made loo breaks impossible, I continued, so they fitted me with the same kind of ‘bottle’ that astronauts use. So next time you see old re-runs of ‘Rainbow’, just imagine Bungle with a bottle of warm urine strapped to his inside leg…

    But my friend topped this by getting through to Jeremy Vine. The subject of the show was something like ‘Confessions’ and my friend called in saying that he’d been stealing coats and jackets out of pubs – two a week for almost ten years – and was unable to help himself. Vine expressed concern and actually invited him back the following week to speak to a psychiatric counsellor where my friend gladly elaborated the story: when he had first moved to London, he’d had his own rather expensive jacket stolen from a pub, so he assumed his compulsion must be a kind of revenge stealing. “Do you actually want to stop?” asked the counsellor in hushed tones. “Of course I do,” said my friend, “I keep them all in a lock-up and the rent is crippling me…”

    There’s an amusing postscript to the Jeremy Vine hoax. About eighteen months later, a so-called ‘conceptual artist’ (translation: cunt) by the name of Mike Ballard announced his next ‘exhibition’ – a gallery space hung with jackets and coats he claimed to have been stealing out of pubs for almost ten years (“two a week… in revenge for having my own jacket stolen from a pub when I first moved to London”). In reality it was clear that the lazy cunt had simply heard my friend hoax Jeremy Vine and then thought he’d just pinch the idea for a bit of conceptual art – which just serves to demonstrate what indolent, work-shy cunts modern artists are. He was probably pissing away his grant and decided to nick someone else’s idea off the radio at the last minute because it was easier than having to think up something original.

  2. Brilliant wheeze Fred, that image will haunt me all day now, ta….
    Add to that those pathetic ‘if you’ve been affected by issues during this programme’ warnings. Fuck right off and find a very high bridge or just don’t watch it, these counsellors are nothing but voyueristic busybodies with useless and fake psychology degrees from Wrexham Poly. I’ve said it before -pills work (proper ones, not that citalopram placebo shit), careless talk costs lives.
    Vine is a cunt, he should stick to poor quality games show bollocks.

  3. My first cunting, I’m so proud! You are right Fred, all phone ins are cuntish. I’m pretty sure they know what you are going to say before letting you on air so the show can have the required slant in opinion. That’s why it’s great when a cunt gets one over on them. Remember James Whales’ tv show back in the early 90s? His phone in was mainly pissed people trying to call him a cunt. And quite right too!

  4. I’m frankly astonished that a BBC radio show is left-leaning. Radio FUCKING Four – stop infecting Two, you cunt.

    • I’m frankly astonished that anyone still believes this daft Daily Mail propaganda about BBC programmes being left-leaning when anyone who has actually watched or listened to BBC news broadcasts can see for themselves just how nauseatingly pro-government the BBC is.

  5. Cracker Fred. On the subject of winding up pretentious cunts I have a friend who does this on a regular basis. He and his brother frequent a pub adjacent to a local theatre and during the afternoon the cast actors(cunts),celebrities(cunts),luvvies(total cunts), go for a beverage in this little pub to look down upon the unwashed masses. Anyhow after several minutes of strutting signing autographs etc, my mate produces a camera and asks asks one of the said cunts for a picture. Now the actor jumps straight in to their well rehearsed pose mode at which point my friend and his brother stand shoulder to shoulder and lob the camera to the celebrity.The look on the cunts face is priceless.

  6. if you want to hear the very very worst phone -ins tune in to Talksport at virtually any hour of the day or night. its like another planet.you can guarantee there will some fucking numbskull waffling on about ‘flat back fours and ‘ diamond formations’ oi you twats the players think you are fucking idiots and you are !

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