The Big Spell

I would like to nominate “The Big Spell” for a cunting.

Yet again this trite reality shite has been imported from the states except there they call it a “Spelling Bee”.

Basically you get a set of kids of a certain age and ask them to spell words. If they get one wrong they’re out and the words increase in difficulty and length until the last man’s standing (or child as the case may be).

Ok, my problem with this stems from my own childhood at age 11 – prior to going to “Big School” – we were given tests to decide what class you’d end up in in high school ranging from the brightest in group 1 to the remedials in group 7.

At age 11 I had a reading age of 15 but a spelling age of 7. They even had me Mam up to have a word – like she could do anything about it – soft cunts. I spelled stuff as it sounded but I was able to discern the differences while reading, i.e., I could parse what I read but couldn’t reproduce it when writing it out.

I was basically a lazy cunt but a summer of cribbing up on my phonetically challenged spelling saw me as good as my peers when I did enter high school.

Ok – to get to the cunting – a girl in my street, and she was lovely, a really nice girl, could remember anything. She was truly gifted in that sense, but, she was as thick as day old porridge. However because she had this savant-esque memory she could spell anything.

My issue with this shite is this: what’s more important, knowing what a word means or knowing how to spell the cunt?

I was asked to spell “immaculate” and got it wrong. The girl breezed it, I’d missed an ‘M’ out. As I was feeling “shammered” (to quote a Stokey expression) I did say: “Yes and what does it MEAN!?!” – a little unfair because it was the teacher who’d gotten on my tits.

So the teach retorted: “Well what does it mean?” to me and as quick as a flash I said: “Clean, pristine, spotless.” to which the cunt said: “Ah yes but can you spell those as well?” – cheeky cunt! That one burned in me for years! Cunt teacher – but I still liked her as well, I suppose.

Anyway what is the fucking point of knowing how to spell something if you don’t even know what it means? Any cunt can parrot learn swathes of text/literature but what use is that if there’s no understanding of the sentiment/semantics of that text?

Fucking pointless if you ask me – hence the cunting.

Nominated by Rebel without a Cunt

16 thoughts on “The Big Spell

  1. And don’t the smug little brats who are on there who say ‘I’m only ten years old!’ in that I”m a kid, so I can get away with being a cunt on this show’ way need a massive slap….

    • A bit like how some old bags go ” oh I am 84 you know ” as if to say I am too old for you to call me a cunt or criticize me!

    • Can you actually get “knocked out” of anything these days Norman? I thought it was now illegal, immoral and any other “al’s” that Liebour and the lunatic left regarded as being non inclusive to all soft cunts.
      Is there now no “second place” or “runners up” or “also rans” ? Hasn’t the phrase been banned by snowflakes for fear of the useless cunts at spelling or sports turning into Hindley’s or Brady’s when they grow up for not coming first? I think they all get a medal now for participation. That sums us fuckers up on the World stage right now. We are shit hot at coming anything but first and if we do its some “Brit” from Somalia who hasn’t lived in the UK for years, deciding to stay in Oregon complaining about St Donald’s Muslim ban or some jock with a face like a bulldog licking piss off a nettle who lost this week anyway or some cunt who drives a fast car and lives in Switzerland who again lost this year – see – we are still fucking losers even including non doms. Any kid that loses should be called just that – a fucking loser. Do you ever hear Sherman’s declaring its great coming second? Spelling, sport or anything really – we are quite fucking shit at so why be embarrassed? If you win you take all – losers get fuck all – my mum taught me that. She hated me so much that for my 10th birthday she wrapped up an empty shoebox. When I opened it she told me it was the “Action man deserter” – I fucking believed her till I was 11, the night before I set fire to the house and locked her in the downstairs toilet – she didn’t do it again – mind you, its hard with 90% burns wrapping presents. I would cunt her but that’s a private thing and she is dead now anyway 😉

  2. Ed Sheeran is a cunt…
    Apparently what drives him is that he ‘wasn’t the most popular kid in the school’…
    And now he is ‘the most popular kid in the school’ (err… didn’t he leave school years ago?!) he ‘takes it too far’ (ie: he’s a walking ego of a cunt)… So, because he was called ginger bollocks by his classmates, he still wants to ‘show them all’ decades later and rule the fucking world?… What a pure mardarse… And his ‘Prince Ludwig The Indestuctable’ mode didn’t stop there… He had this to say about a new album:

    “In a 100m sprint to get a number one album I just know I’m going to win…
    I don’t care who’s doing what. I just know I’m going to win…. I’m going to make sure I come first….”

    Nice to know he’s doing it for the love of music, isn’t it?… I bet he throws a fit when he doesn’t get the right end of the Christmas Cracker… Fuck me…

    • ‘In a 100m sprint to get a number one album I just know I’m going to win?’…
      So, he was crap at school sports, then?…

    • I can honestly say i know nothingof his “music”, but i can say that the endless pics of the scruffy weedy cunt smugly smiling at me, makes me want to slice the cunt up.
      I’m sure stories will come out in the future about this cunt.
      He has a very seedy look about him.

  3. There’s nothing wrong with spelling mistakes if they raise a grin.

    An American steakhouse chain once advertised:-

    “100% ANUS BEEF”

    Another example was in the lettings section of a local paper:-

    “Large bedshit available”….

    • I recall Tesco one time were selling some Barbie type doll on a moped… It was actually called a ‘Rider Girl’… But their display notices said ‘Ride A Girl for 10.99’… I bet the queues stretched outside that day…

    • I see that Trump has made it clear that he doesn’t want a meeting with Prince Charles when he visits the UK. Apparently he doesn’t fancy a lecture on global-warming from that hypocritical windbag.

      Trump has made a cracking start to his Presidency in my eyes… banning muzzies,huffing Merkel,snubbing Prince Charles,offending the “celebs” and wimmen’s groups….Great stuff.

      If the yanks get sick off him and chuck him out,he’s welcome to come here and stand as PM. I’ll vote for him,no bother.

      • Everytime I read an article about President Trump my heart sings with joy. Banning Muzzies, oh fucking deep bliss!!!, giving that stasi bint Merkle Muckle whatever the cold shoulder, oh more intense joy!! Snubbing the royal Charles, fuck me this is unreal I fear I may be on the best acid trip I’ve ever had. Like Mr Fiddler I would welcome him to the UK and vote for him. He is the man.

  4. So a kid can spell. Who gives a fuck. It would be far more entertaining if they just took a load of thick kids and got them to try and spell words in front of clever kids who could shout insults and throw things at them. That would force the little cunts to learn. Or they could revive the old public school game of ‘jizz on the biscuit’. Group of lads in a circle with a biscuit in the middle all having a tug. Last one to mess the bikkie up gets a pasting. Compelling viewing.

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    • We called it “soggy biscuit” at school…

      Luckily, due to my short fuse no eating was required.

    • Ah the biscuit game…

      Never participated but heard it was all the rage in private schools! 😉

      I wonder if they have this Spelling comp in the “peaceful” areas of the world?

      “Now Mohamed spell ‘EXPLOSIVES’.”

      “E-X-P-L-O-S-I-V-E-S”

      “And Mohamed, do you know what it means?”

      “Yes I do, it mea…”

      “Thank you Mohamed your prize is round the back of the studio. Yes you just follow that armed guard round the back of the studio. Yes. Now we have Akbar. Ok Akbar. Spell BOMB!”

      “Er, B, er, O, er, M, er, B!”

      “Well done Akbar. And do you know what it means?”

      “Er, yes, er it means, er, death to the infidel?”

      “Well done Akbar. Please follow the virgin to the ready room. Don’t let the eyes fool you, she really is a vigin! Would you like more virgins Akbar?”

      “Er, yes please.”

      “Wonderful, wonderful. What’s your chest size again?”

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