Oh gawd….the country’s oldest bachelor boy has reappeared to let us know that he is still alive but more importantly that he was diagnosed with prostate cancer and is now on the mend.

He urged men to “get tested, get checked”. Maybe all that sun in the Caribbean has fried his brain. Has he tried to see a GP or a specialist and then wait months for treatment? This wizened old ballbag almost certainly has private healthcare and is not at the mercy of Our NHS which is in the middle of its annual winter permacrisis and doctors strikes.

Maybe he’d like Tracy from the canteen to give him an examination in the medical supplies cupboard because they are short-staffed and have no wards available or some Africunt with a with a qualification from a backstreet diploma factory who thinks his prostate is in his ear? Its especially galling as he is now using the very same media that he lamented for press intrusion into his private life to whine about his ills. Its almost as if he has a nationwide tour to promote and a calendar to sell.

To add insult to injury Cliff also wants to work with King Charles to raise awareness on cancer….well chimp lad can fuck off as well. He is another rarefied old throbber who needs a dose of the real world.

‘We don’t talk anymore’ the care home favourite once sang. Christ, if only.

Daily Mirror.

Nominated by : Liberal Liquidator