More Than Fifteen Minutes Of Fame

As that pretentious poof Andy Warhol said, every cunt is famous for fifteen minutes.
And, in the old days, people were. There would be those who were ‘names’ in the 60s. 70s and 80s, and they would have their time and never be seen again.

But, since the 1990s, there have been cunts who had little or no talent to begin with who have stayed ‘famous’ and hung around like a bad smell ever since. The media is partly to blame for continuing the cover such vacuous nonentities.

And then there are the ‘celebrities’ themselves. Grasping publicity and money whores, who would sell anything to the likes of OK magazine. Cunts who should have crawled away years ago, but who are still in peoples’ faces.

With no sign of ever disappearing. The Spice Girls being some of the worst offenders. They were shite and useless in their prime. But the talentless bints are still everywhere. That Mel B has been at it again recently. Promoting absolutely nothing but herself.

Madonna is another one. A well past it ancient relic, who acts like she is still 25 and just refuses to fuck off. There is nothing worse than a ‘star’ who has had their time, but still wants it again and again and again.

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Nominated by: Norman

122 thoughts on “More Than Fifteen Minutes Of Fame

  1. I once was in conversation with a man who told me a close relative of his is a continuity announcer on Radio2. I asked how he rated the job, did it pay well etc? He replied; “I don’t know, he doesn’t speak to us any more.”

  2. Its sickening having to read the names of nonentities mentioned, whether complaining about them or having admiration for. I often wonder if these so-called see through acts have the Svengali effect on the gullible and that is a talent in its self.

  3. “All the world’s a stage” came from a Shakespeare play. As you like it or not, I want to know where’s the fucking audience.

    • He also wrote, in that soliloquy

      “but for a brief moment”

      People playing on past glory should take note. Enjoy your day in the sun, but bow out gracefully.

  4. I think I need to buy the Kick a Celebrity in the bolllocks’ arcade machine advertised in Viz. Initial ‘celebs’ on purchase to kick in the gonads on the machine are Bono, Sting and Russell Brand. My subsequent purchases would be Robbie Williams, Will Smith and Lenny Henry.

    • His act has really gone down his since his brother died. “To me…to me….to me!” Who you talking to you non funny cunt! Get ine the box with your dead brother!

  5. That thick cunt Stacey Dooley boils my piss fucking ginger munter and all those unfunny wankers on various Dave shows that are only produced to pay the unfunny wankers.

  6. Fucking TV “celeb” game shows are full of weird looking fuckwits I have never heard of. 15 minutes of fame??
    I wouldn’t give the cunts one second.

  7. Those wimmins magazines are guilty of letting these cunts stay ‘famous’ for too long.

    Shit like OK will have some slapper who was in EastEnders about fifteen years ago on the cover, just because some dark personage has got her up the duff.

    And those bitches from that armed robber glamourising shite Cunts of a Feather are two of the worst. Pauline Quirk and Linda ‘Zelda from Terrahawks’ Robson. What is the fascination with these two old slags?

    And the biggest turd in the famous for years and for nothing waterpipe is Coleen fucking Nolan. Even in the old days, she looked like a bit of a mong and she had not talent. At least all the other Nolans were good looking and could sing a bit. But while all the other Nolans have disappeared, the fat ugly one whores herself to any low rent rag to whine about her addiction to cakes or how skint she is or some other self pitying shit. But the horrendous British media feeds this repulsive monster.

  8. That horrible bint Mel C was doing the rounds recently and all.
    All this shit about how the Spice Gitls were a ‘gang’ who got up to all sorts of wacky antics.

    Bollocks, they were all auditioned and a couple of the earlier ones were disposed of ruthlessly, because they didn’t ‘fit in’ or take orders. They also sacked Geri Halliwell. The Monkees were also created in a similar way. But they never got on and Mike Nesmith and Peter Tork hated each other, But at least they admitted it.

    So, that silly Scouse tart making out it was like the Banana Splits meets St Trinians is a load of book plugging shite.

    • Don’t know whether you’re being sarcastic or not.
      WTF was he all about?
      Wore a stupid blonde wig and painted a can of soup that he’d shoplifted from his local Premier store.
      Had this shitty pad referred to as Studio 54 which he opened up (literally ,being a bender) to all manner of trendy misfits.
      Fuck off you hipster freak!

  9. What about those cunts who they employ to add their fourpennorth on tv documentaries depicting attitudes especially those that were commonplace in sitcoms in the 1960s and 70s.
    They’re people that you’ve never heard of ,you know the type, a mincing fat p00f with Alan Carr glasses or a hideous obese blek woman with pink hair, who appear to be outraged because one of the characters used the words “coon” or “brown hatter”.

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