Paul Flowers

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Job interview tick list for £130,000 pa Chairman of the Co-op Bank



Tick all that apply:

Gay tosser
Crack Head
Supplied illegal drugs
Left previous charity jobs under a cloud of fraud and drug taking
Run rings around The Charity Commission
Labour Party Brown Noser
Expenses cheat
Proven ignorance of banking industry
Methodist Preacher kiddie fumbler
Collector of inappropriate (but legal) gay porn
Must demonstrate ability to lavish expenses on rent boys
Must be IT literate (to use Co-op email to invite young gay men to hard drugs parties)
Don’t know what all the fuss is about. Paul Flowers? Easily the best qualified candidate.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

The Arctic 30

30 arctic cunts

A complete bunch of cunts if ever there was one. A self-righteous gaggle of global warming bollocks believers, who expected the worst outcome of their little stunt to be a slap on the wrist, before swaggering home to the acclaim of their cunty mates.

Fucked up the intelligence assessment on this one a bit didn’t you cunts?! Turns out the Russians think global warming is bullshit, and don’t take too kindly to tree-hugging eco pirates trespassing on their kit. These cunts are now shivering in the corner of a grotty jail, praying that their cell-mate ‘Big Ivan’ doesn’t wake up and give them what for with his Stalin’s organ again.

Because these cunts were ‘there to represent us’, those cunts at Greenpeace now want everyone to bend over backwards lobbying the Ruskies to get these cunts out. Well I’ve got news for you cunts. You don’t represent me, you don’t speak for me, and you’re a sanctimonious bunch of martyrdom seeking, myth believing cunts!

I’m starting a petition to keep you cunts in jail.

Nominated by: The Large Visage

Julian Fellowes

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Julian Alexander Kitchener-Fellowes : Pretentious ponce calls himself The Lord Fellowes of West Stafford – God fuck him. Bolted on the wife’s family name (Your Country Needs You) Kitchener after marriage because the filly comes from a long line of genuine high society tossers. Unlike the Fellowes fucker who is strictly other ranks by descent. Yet another actor playing a part gorn to his fucking head although granted they tend to play the other way down from middle class posh background to mockney cunt (Bob Hoskins, Ray Winstone et al)

His Cuntship waddles around with a plum stuck up his arse lifting plot lines from his genuine aristo acquaintances. Cunt goes moist at the thought of real aristos fucking so cobbles up badly written poke a princess stories for pensioners set in an upper class never never land. Downton Abbey? Fellowes you gentry envy cunt!

The tosser affects to speak like a fucking pimp supplying arse to the nobility. As an indigent aristo one knows that the plummier the accent, the faker the cunt. Matter of breeding. Generations of bloodline not to be sold out. Point of honour donchaknow.

Not to say that under the imperitive of necessity one would not enthusiastically grease the arse of the Fellowes fucker in order to hire out parts orf ones estate as a filming location on a strictly cash basis. Quantities orf authentic village idiots, inbred cousins and clapped up slappers supplied at cost as part orf the jolly old package. Should the director chappie require a masterclass on merciless tenant eviction or instruction in the vices and rodgering technique of his masters and betters then happy to oblige. Oh and I am prompted ‘Experienced estate vulture available. Rates negotiable’.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

The Doctor

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Dr Who – Time Travelling Tosser

Have always regarded Dr Who as a bucket of toss done on the cheap. Only excuse for it. Crap effects, crap actors, crap scripts, wobbly sets and invariably the same fucking gravel pit outside location.

Now with a mega budget spearheading the BBC’s ‘original drama’ output and swollowing up most of the licence payer’s hard earned that should be going to fund genuine ‘original drama’. Dr Who has slid up the jacksie of the BBC to be preened, petted and oiled in the camp corridors of power and emerged as an ironic, post modernist my darlings, bucket of toss.

Despite tottering into the age of CGI the ancient old cunt is still produced with crap effects, crap actors, crap scripts etc, etc, etc because that is the only way the campos at the BBC can do things. And avoiding endless plugs for the fucking programme is like trying to hide a pair of wank stained long johns at a vicarage. You can’t get away from ‘em.

Dr Who? Dr Cunt, that’s who.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

( …and you can even buy commemorative stamps FFS! Ed. )