I caught a whiff of his sanctimonious odour about a decade ago and like an idiot returning to a motorway toilet I caught the same smell when I tuned in recently. Brexit-hating is the turd he likes to roll about in and off he goes for three hours every bloody weekday morning, vilifying those who phone into his pathetic show if they happen to disagree with his blinkered Chiswick-based middle-class view of the world.
I would like to take him onto a parade ground and drill the bastard for three hours and knock some sense into his stupid hairy head. Whoever agreed to give him a contract at LBC needs their head looking at. Who is he supposed to appeal to? Stay-at-home mums, the elderly, angry jihadi-students and people whose lives don’t meet in the middle. At least he doesn’t have a prime-time slot and for that at least we should be grateful.
Nominated by Ben Philips.