Butterflies

are cunts.

Britain has a new species of butterfly: the southern small white has continued its rapid colonisation of northern Europe allegedly by flying across the North Sea.

(Ringing any bells yet, cunters?)

Assisted by `global heating`, this fluttering insect has made rapid progress across Europe since it was first spotted north of the Alps in France and Germany in 2008. It reached the Netherlands in 2015 and was recorded near Calais four years later.

(That`s in France, cunters.)

“This is really exciting,” said Dr Dan Hoare, the director of nature recovery at Butterfly Conservation. “It’s always interesting when a new species turns up in the UK…”

Is it?

Well, Dr Whore, let me put it to you that it is yet another fucking immigrant – probably hitched a lift over here on the backs of the constant stream of the dinghy hordes.

And, like it`s simian counterparts, it will begin to infest our plantations & hard sweated-over allotments and lay it`s filthy eggs all over our green and pleasant land which in turn will hatch into ravenous juicy hairy caterpillars munching the fuck through our good clean English veg: Thence pupating and crystalizing into millions more of the unwanted fluttery bastards.

Repeat, ad infinitum.

Remember what happened to our oh-so-cute bushy red squirrels when the flea-infested `greys` demolished their way through our lush verdant forests?

And, they have already started to introduce beavers into Scotland – what could possibly go wrong?

Packham! Shield thy scrotum from the attack of the wild unkempt beaver. And I don`t mean that airhead Michaela (South African resident & BBC-funded air miles) Strachan.

bbcnews

Nominated by Sam Beau.

30 thoughts on “Butterflies

  1. “Love is Like a Butterfly” sang Dolly, the Queen of Country. Fantastic. Can’t agree with this one – sorry, Sam.

  2. Butterflies, a so-called sitcom.
    Possibly the least funny sitcom ever in television history..

    Note to self:
    Put Wendy Craig in the Dead Pool next time around.

    • Surely the award for the least funny sitcom of all time should go to Last of the Summer Wine. Total shit.

      There is nothing wrong with butterflies. Lepidoptera is nowhere near as dangerous to us as Starmerism.

      • Last of the Summer Wine is marvellous.

        Three daft old sods arse about, then one does something really stupid and nearly gets killed.

        Oh sorry, my mistake, that’s Top Gear.

      • Norman – Jane Horricks sounds like one of the daft old bats this week fighting to become Labour deputy leader – squeaky, dim and a real alternative to Philipson and Lucy Powell

    • Butterflies was bad. But there were worse.

      Bread (probably the worst of the lot).
      Miranda.
      Fleabag.
      Men Behaving Badly.
      Mind Your Language.
      Fresh Fields.
      Never The Twain.

      The Liver Birds was also arse. But the young Nerys Hughes gave young Norm the horn.

      • Oh, and Girls on Top.

        French and fucking Saunders, Tracy Ullman and Ruby Wax combined?

        Absolutely vile.

        Absolutely Fabulous was also shite. Saunders wobbling her head and that nauseating voice as usual. Basically playing herself. Joanna Lumley as a pissed and coked up aging Purdy from the New Avengers. Jane Horrocks as a squeaky irritating twat. Crap of the first rank.

      • Hi Norman,
        You just reminded me of meeting someone you mentioned. In my early days of living in 90s London. After getting fed up with visiting City Road and a famous porn venue, I decided to look up the famous duo where a murder was committed. That of Joe Orton by Kenneth Halliwell and who came up the hill carrying her Tesco shopping bags, Jane Horrocks. She seemed to be at ease with me and my Mancunian accent which isn’t as broad as hers. I praised her for a good acting career, only because I was there and wondered how she would react. It was with a blush that told the whole story. We also talked about the gruesome murder.

        Just remembered visiting the garage next door to the porn club whilst buying provisions of canned drinks, when a Rolls-Royce pulled up and out popped Lulu in a fur coat. She gave me a filthy look and probably realised where I was going.

    • Are You Being Served was bollocks.

      But, it did have a prime era Wendy Richard.
      And Candy Davis as Young (Old) Mr Grace’s ‘assistant’.

  3. The only thing I want to know is does the Southern Small White eat brassicas?

    If it does then it’s going to get pyrethrum shot up its arse if it comes anywhere near my garden.

  4. Leave the poor butterflies and ladybirds alone. The vermin earlier are the cunts to be rid of. Maybe we could teach our little friends to secretly attack the main problem by killing off the real culprits the government and the riffraff they allowed in.

  5. I remember the TV sitcom, Butterflies.
    Dreadful Carla Lane shite, But Wendy Craig was a MILF.
    The theme tune was sung by Clare ‘Great Gig in the Sky’ Torry.

    I also met Michaela Strachan in 1989. That awful Hitman and Her show came to the Hacienda. Pete Waterman was actually a top bloke and not a cunt.

    Michaela? On the night I wanted to give her one badly. The Norman horn went doo lally, as Miss Strachan had the shortest dress on.

  6. That early episode of Only Fools and Horses, where the Trotters chase a rare butterfly for money is a classic.

    Del Boy: ‘We’ve got to do this the way the professionals would do it.’

    Uncle Albert: ‘You mean jump offa things, and skid around in a van?’

    Del Boy: ‘I don’t mean Bodie and bleedin’ Doyle, yer stupid old git!’

  7. Hang on a mo Sam, didn’t you cunt ladybirds a while back?
    2 legs good, 6 legs bad?

    It’s a shame Mucky Ange has gone as she could have made Entomophobia illegal as well as Islamophobia. As long as someone taught her how to spell it.

    Just to catch you.

    • I like wasps.
      Wasps are the heavily armed military attack helicopters of the insects, complete with Wagner`s Ride of the Valkyries musical accompaniment.
      Dragonflies are also good, but if they could actually breathe fire, it would make them invincible.
      🐝

      • I remember Sam, a family picnicking on Hampstead Heath and a few yards away they placed some glasses of fruit drinks for the wasps, so they wouldn’t be disturbed.

  8. Butterflies of every description were all over the shop when I was a kid.

    Also recall a considerable influx of white butterflies in the early ‘90s.

    Not seen a single butterfly in recent years. Must have all migrated to the other side of the world to flap their wings.

    Probably explains the parlous state Western democracies find themselves in today.

    Chaos theory.

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