The stupid oversized glasses; the absolute insistence of singing in a grating Scottish accent: their blind adoration of the Scottish National Party, and the fact that one of them (fuck knows which one) was once married to a Dwarf: fuck off the both of you.
That they’ve made a living over three decades with their abysmal ‘catchy but socially aware’ songs suggests that their fans are equally cuntish.
In Scotland, no drunken gathering is complete without a bunch of cunts getting off their arses and bellowing ‘da da da dah; da da da dah’ to the woeful ‘I will walk five hundred miles’. That the miserable unwashed junkie fans of Hibernian FC have also made an anthem out of ‘Sunshine on Leith’ tells you all you need to know about these two specky fannies.
And what about ‘Letter From America”? Bemoaning the demise of shitholes such as Bathgate, Linwood, Methil and Irvine (home town of Nicola Cunt Sturgeon) when the world would genuinely be a better place without them.
The Proclaimers are at the upper end of the Cuntitude Scale and massively overdue a Royal Cunting, the Social Bastard cunts, I believe there can be no defence……..
Nominated by CuntyMcCuntface