Paul Morley, the Professional Northerner and cultural commentator who pops up as a “talking head” on practically every arts programme is not just a loathsome cunt of epic proportions, but also a repugnant opinion-whore who enthusiastically offers a hundred deliberately cryptic, wilfully oblique words on any subject where ten would suffice.

In fact, Paul Morley is that most dangerous of cunts: he is Stuart Maconie with a brain. A soundbite for every occasion, but an insight into none.

This incorrigibly supercilious cunt treats pop culture as an enigma that only he can fully unravel, only he can grasp the intricacies and subtleties and oh, how we should be grateful that he has deigned to explain the esoteric mysteries to we intellectual pygmies.

This self-important, self-admiring cunt needs dragging off the street and pushing into the back of a van. Drive the cunt out into the middle of the Fens and douse the fucker in petrol. Then insist that the tosser draws a parallel between German Expressionism and The Smiths while you idly play with matches. Not so smug now, I’ll bet.

Nominated by: Fred West

Paul Morley is a self-important cunt who knows fuck all about music

Nominated by: ChasCMusic