Tellyland in a Time of Pestilence

What did Sting sing? ‘I’ve lost my belief of the people on TV’. Same here. All the mystique has been stripped away. There they are all cooped up in their homes, not at some studio desk or outside some important building. No, at home their talking faces filling the whole screen – some looking rather dishevelled I’ve got to say. I am thinking Stig Abel the editor of the TLS no less; bearded, bleary-eyed, in an old shirt, Stig of the Dump more like. And Laura has lost her lustre somehow. She’s looking unkempt with her hair dank her clothes looking unironed. Everyone’s looking rough. People are becoming not bothered about their apperarance. When appearance was everything. Andrew Pearce who had a bad bout of C19 was looking particularly rough a few times. A little better last night. And they’re all (the commentators) getting a bit short with their answers/ responses too. I noticed. Mathew Parris (paper review Sky) gave short 30 second answers. You could tell he was irritable. Sick to death of the whole thing. Sick to death of the confinement, sick to death of the subject of Covid,. The poor ‘chattering classes’ are suffering like the rest of us cunters. Because even though they’re got their huge shelves of books behind them to show how educated they are they are feeling the strain of confinement, they’re suffering the same chronic boredom. Poor things.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

China

I would guess that the cunt of the year for 2020 could well turn out to be an entire fucking country. China.

Not only did these cunts destroy the world as we know it with this fucking fucking disease, they refuse to take any blame and even tried to cover up the spread so they could travel the world during their new year celebrations. ‘Fuck everyone else, I want my jolly’, they seemed to say.

If that wasn’t enough, get this. Deep breath…

…the cunts are reopening their wet markets in fucking Wuhan this week.

What the actual fucketty fuck. This is not some right wing conspiracy either. Here’s a link to the libtarded Independent as proof.

Speechless. Fucking speechless.

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/coronavirus-china-cases-deaths-who-wet-market-wuhan-a9462286.html

Nominated by Cuntybollocks

Incessant never ending intrusive pain in the arse gambling advertising.

Dave has been treated fairly by Shirtoffyaback Entertainment, so he won’t be losing his job, house, every possession and friend he ever had and be found swinging from a tree – not yet anyway, just rinse him clean first.

Ooooh look – it’s Gabby and Scabby just having a little bit of entertaining fun with the great social scene as they p*ss their child support away, but awww look at Mittens the cat.
And here’s Harry Redknapp, one of the richest men in the country – but kind enough to personally contact Kev and Wayne to push them into spunking away the shopping money just by firing up the mobile phone, and big ‘ard Cockney guvnor Ray Winston scraping up anyone Mittens and Harry have missed – good one lads!

It’s just a bit of fun you see, and when the fun stops of course every gambler stops gambling immediately – you won’t see them hoofing the rent money on the roulette games..
The ads are never ending – television, radio, online – but what they don’t show is the poor f*ckers living on the street, the destitution and misery gambling addiction causes and the lives it ruins and in some cases takes.

An addiction tax on the poor – and until I see Jacob Rees-Mogg at the bookies with a tab hanging out of his mouth, the racing post and his last fiver (the rich don’t tend to gamble you see – they leave that to the working claaars oiks) I will be of the opinion that incessant never ending intrusive pain in the arse gambling advertisements are CUNTS!

Nominated by Vernon Fox

‘Sir’ Lenny Henry is a monumental cunt.

Now, we know this cunt of old. But his recent griefjacking over the death of the late Eddie Large was both hypocritical and cringeworthy. On social media (where fucking else?) Henry paid ‘tribute’ to Large by gushing about when he was on the bill with Little and Large some time in the late 70s. Henry’s over the top fawning was pretty sickly, saying he ‘had never heard laughter like it’ when referring to Little and Large’s live act.

First of all, it’s bollocks and totally over the top theatrics. Syd and Eddie were not that good. Little would try to do some songs and Large would interrupt him by doing impressions of Cliff Richard and the like. It was not Hicks, Pryor or Don Rickles in their prime.

Then there’s Henry’s anti-70s and pro PC bullshit. For years this cunt has dumbed down and slagged off 70s comedy, saying things like Rising Damp was racist (when it actually wasn’t) and other wankbabble that wokefalkes and Grauniad readers want to hear.

So – whatever their act was like – surely Supersonic and Eddie fall into that 70s ‘un-PC’ category? Well, unless there are griefjacking points on social media to be scored….

Of course it’s a a shame about Eddie and how he went, but ‘Sir’ Lenny is a cunt.

Nominated by Norman