“Lord” Peter (Petie) Mandelson:

Yes ITOGP again (It’s That Old Greedy Poofter). Not content with brown-nosing Jeffrey Epstein, and his “husband” (and I bet Mandy makes him a lovely wife, who lays back and thinks of England. And Scotland. And Wales. And Northern Ireland) taking £10,000 from the old bugger for an “advanced osteopathy course”), it seems the greed went even further, because it now emerges the vile old cocksucker got $75,000 out of Epstein in three payments of $25,000. Needless to say Petie has “no knowledge or recollection” of these payments of extreme generosity, which date to 2003/2004 when Mandy was licking the arse of Anthony Blair. The money grubbing old sodomite seemed to be coining it in as a Labour MP

Starmer has advised the former Prince Andrew that he should testify to the Senate. I bet the old quare won’t be advising Mandy to do the same.

I have often said there were too many poofters in the Labour Party and in Mandy they have a quare who shames even greedy political homosexuals:

Daily Fail.

Nominated by : W. C. Boggs

Claudia Winklecunt is to host a new BBC chat show.

Oh, fucking great. Just what the television – and the nation – needs.

We will now be seeing even more of this evil haired ugly bint. The Furby in a Richard III wig is unpleasantly ubiquitous as it is. Now, it’s going to be unbearable.

Also, the obscene knacker crushing eye watering ‘wages’ she will get out of license payers is also diabolical.

And, will it be a serous talk show, like Parkinson or Wogan? Will it fuck.
It will be a ‘for laughs’ props riddled load of childish innuendo and puerile shite a la Jonathan Woss and Graham Norton. In fact, the team behind Norton’s show are also doing Winklecunt’s series. Say no more.

British television – and especially the BBC – needs a much required kick up the arse and shot in the arm. But, instead it just gets worse with crap like this. They get rid of one obnoxious offensively overpaid cunt (Lineker), And, then they just get another one.

Don’t pay the license fee. Because this is where it goes.

bbcnews

Nominated by Norman.

is a cunt.

Crikey. Four dead and others fighting for their lives. Appears that some wanker was driving at 122mph in a 30 zone, on the wrong side of the road, and then had a head on collision. Speaking as a motorcyclist, it’s thick cunts like these inbreds who make me wonder if I should jack it in. Although, being in a car wouldn’t help in this situation. Shithole Bolton. Good old Fred Dibnah in his 15mph, coal-fired steam engine – eat your heart out, squire.

Daily Fail

Nominated by Anglo Saxon.

‘January, sick and tired you’ve been hanging on me’. So sang Scottish pop warblers Pilot back in the 70s, and I know how they felt.

The festive season is over and done, and the long slide through the year’s most miserable month begins. It’s a procession of dismal, dreary, dank days, each one of which gives way to a long, dark, cold night. There’s pissing rain and sleet, bitter wind and gales, snow, fog and ice. There are freezing hands, feet, noses and ears. Don’t forget coughs, colds and flu. It’s a cornucopia of delights.

And yet there are those who’ll tell you how much they like this time of year; ‘oooh, I love to draw the curtains, make a big pot of tea, and snuggle down in front of the fire to watch Emmerdale and Corrie’.

As the wife would say, ‘get tae fuck’. I can feel a bad attack of SAD creeping over me like a suffocating blanket. If I was a bear, I’d be hibernating for six months. The winter sucks. That goes double for January.

Daily Express.

Nominated by : Ron Knee

is a cunt.

Just when you thought he was on his last legs, Elton John makes a miraculous comeback.
Having been out of the limelight for all of 6 months, it appears that Fat Reg needs the attention of his adoring public once again. Not to mention their hard earned cash.
Reg and his ‘husband’ David, have produced an alcohol free fizz to help them with their teetotal lifestyle of dinner parties and whatnot.
Apparently, they liked it so much that they thought it would be a nice idea to flog it in Sainsbury’s at 10 quid a pop.
Certainly a great idea if your the ones raking in the profits.
Most 75 year olds with something north of one hundred million in the bank wouldn’t bother, but people like him can’t help themselves. They can never earn enough.
And to cap it all off. Far from Glastonbury being his ‘final’ performance, he’s playing the rock in Rio festival this summer.
Doubtless for another fat cheque.
That’s if he lives that long.
Which he fucking well will, without a doubt.
I fear we’ll never be rid of him.

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Nominated by Field Marshal Cuntgomery.