Tom Parker Bowles

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Tom Parker Bowles must take a full cunting.

The stuck-up spawn of that old trout Camilla is,apparently,a restaurant critic,although what qualifies him to do this is a mystery as great as that twat Gregg Wallace commenting on other peoples cooking. I’ve just been shown an article where Bowles takes his inbred,indolent self to a Wetherspoons and slags the quality of the food.

What the fuck did he expect to get at Spoonies? Roast swan? Peacock? I’d have told the cunt to go and fuck himself with a fence post wrapped in barbed wire. ..

ps His mother is a worn-out old slapper too.

Nominated by: Dick Fiddler

10 thoughts on “Tom Parker Bowles

  1. This drug-addled cunt needs to be harvested for organs. Not surprised he’s a food critic, it’s a job for cunts. Michael Winner & AA Gill were food critics, so he’s in the company of cunts.
    The only good thing about it is that he’s probably unwittingly eaten a massive amount of chef’s spunk.

  2. Being born into the right sort of family and having attended the right schools and educational establishments – and failing miserably in a lot of cases because they know Mummy and Daddy are minted and when they do the decent thing and die then they will get the family fortune to piss up the wall – immediately qualifies them to lord it over everyone else’s opinion on food, the arts, social commentary, etc., whether they are qualified to do so or not.

    It was the same sort of mindset which put similar fops in commissioned rolls in WW1 even though they couldn’t lead themselves out of a toilet.

    If this cunt and his cronies thought they were getting “chef’s spunk” in their meals I can guarantee you they’d be there every night and twice on Sunday!

    “Nothing like a good helping of gentleman’s relish, ay Caruthers, my old chap!”

  3. If that shiftless wanker is on the same level as the ubercunt Greg Wallace then he should have an am and pm daily cunting.
    Like the anal wart Wallace, the best part of him ran down his mother’s leg.

    • As a former manufacturing manager I was interested in the Factory, a programme about how things are made. But it is ruined by this baldy cunt who is unable to talk to people rationally and turns it into an Ooh! Aah! freakshow.

      Where did this cunt crawl out from? Knows fuck all and the personality of a dog turd.
      I keep wanting one of the workers to twat him but alas no. Well not on camera anyway.
      Greg Wallace. What a complete, Bonio grade cunt.

  4. The irritating, face pulling Wallace gets paid a fortune by the tv license payer to have lunch……the cunt is a greengrocer FFS.

    • I think you’ll find that he’s an “Ingredients Expert” – as coined by the BBC.

      “You. You there! Yes you, baldy! We like the look of you, the common man and all that. What do you do?”

      “Oy’m ah greengrocer orn Caaaaamden marrrrket!”

      “Hmmm, yes very good. And do you know anything about food?”

      “Wey’ull oy knows ‘arrrs to eat it.”

      “Hmmm, excellent. Now about this ‘Greengrocer’ nonsense. We’re the BBC and to make sure we attract the right kind of cunt to our programme we’ll need to change that. Hmmm, let me think. I know, how does ‘Ingredients Expert’ sound instead of ‘Greengrocer’?”

      “Wort’s tha diff-rence?”

      “To you my good man, about £200k a year!”

      “Orr-roight ven. Carrnt me in! An’ oy too bet rispornsablee you cants!”

  5. Everything falls into this cunt’s lap…. All because of the silver spoon that was shoved up his arse by mumsie…

    Talking of his repulsive mumsie, Prince Charles actually really did prefer giving one to this saddlebag with eyes, instead of shagging Lady Di?! Fuck talking to plants, that proves that the jug eared mater’s boy cunt truly is insane….

    • The Prince of Wales was knobbing that one while the t’other one – the press hunter (fawning on like a wounded animal when it suited) – was still in nappies.

      He desperately wanted to marry Camilla but – as she didn’t have the Royal look – he was basically told he could dip his wick but he needed to find a better trophy model for the real deal, and the rest is 1981 history.

      Had been allowed to marry Camilla from the off then there wouldn’t have been any divorces in the royal family and the mother of the future head of the Church of England wouldn’t have been killed while banging a “peace lover”.

      Yeah that one worked out well for you Lizzie didn’t it!

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