BBC Radio 1 [2]


I have the misfortune by employ to be in multifarious locations during a working week, and by law of averages that means I am going to be exposed at some juncture to ‘Radio 1’.

Jesus Christ, when they presenters aren’t wittering utter self-congratulatory asinine bollocks between each other, they LITERALLY just stream in 10 minute sets the most repugnant, repellent, diabolical liturgies of Demonic Ooga Booga ‘rap’ FILTH that you’d imagine blaring into your ears on a descent into Hell. Absolute George Floyd-lipped incoherent, inculcating mumbling and jumbling over an inculcating beat, invariably stolen from legacy artists.

The cheek of the CUNTS in Westminster debating tonight whether Social Media should be banned for under 16 year olds. No, fucking RADIO OOGA BOOGA needs to be banned for under 16 year olds, which it is clearly state-sponsored and publicly funded targeted at corrupting the developing brains of this with FAECES in aural form.

Nominated by : WokeUpTodayAndRealisedWhatACuntIAm

53 thoughts on “BBC Radio 1 [2]

  1. At least, unlike Radio 2 with Scott Mills, the Robertson’s presenters aren’t trying to reach out of the radio and bum young boys.
    The sheer hubris of Mills, presenting his show, knowing he’d sexually assaulted an underage boy…par for the course with the BBC.

    • Just my luck I wrote this a couple of weeks ago before the latest Bairn Buggering Cunt saga dropping 😵 I did however note that everyone’s favourite vicar’s son Tim Westwood is currently in courty trouble for general rapyness, so undoubtedly there’s yet more to come 🔮

  2. Our kids reckon popular music turned to rubbish in the nineties and never recovered. Virtually everything they listen to was produced before they were born.

  3. Poor old auntie, chasing the yooth market, still not realising that they despise you as much as the rest of us do.

    Radio X classic rock, no news,sport, weather. Only one presenter on the 11 to 3 spot.
    Otherwise song after song.

    And to the beeb, we know you like the young people in this country, but please stop employing people that want to fuck them.

    • I thought that was all part of the BBC DEI hiring process.

      Are you any of the following?

      a. Lesbian / gay
      b. Black / Asian
      c. Very likely to be on some register

  4. I installed a DAB plus radio in my vehicle and put Boom radio on, never left. The only drawback is the coverage varies from place to place.
    Ergo no oooga booga presenters either. If the sixties up to the nineties suits you result.

  5. I live a rap music free existence.
    No exposure whatsoever.
    You can too.

    Top tips

    Dont listen to the radio its not 1953

    Turn the dial and tune to a different station

    Put on a CD

    Press the OFF button.

    Make your own music by whistling.

  6. Download any song you want from YouTube and use a YouTube to mp3 converter.

    Get yourself a good music player like AIMP.

    Plug your mobile into your car head unit or buy an Internet player for your home.

    Play whatever you want.

    Fuck the radio.

  7. I would never accept such utter drivel from DJs, they called the cunts at the time. I remember it being pure heaven when the likes of John Peel and Annie Nightingale came along, who spoke sensibly and without talking over the records. I remember telling this cunt Simon Bates to shut his fucking face, from incessant nonstop prattling at the Manchester Cavern and all he could do was grin in fear at me.

  8. Indeed, if I listen to the radio it’s to listen to music, not the presenters voice.
    They would do well to remember this. If they like talking get a job as a chat show host, assuming they have anything of interest to actually talk about.

    Oh, as that’s music, with clear lyrics I can actually understand, not drums and mumbles.

  9. All we hear is radio ooga,radio dooga, someone out there loves this 💩🎶 …the yoof have a battle on their hands grime rap wannabe gangsta dirge or Sam freaky smith,ed the sleep inducing shitran etc al….😩
    Gold or boom for us with a plethora of cd’s keep us sane …radio 1 🤐 ‘we won’t get fooled again,no,no’ 🎶

  10. Then I finally grew up and began listening to the Third Programme with announcers who dressed in evening wear for the wireless. Going to concerts without screaming tarts. Still can’t find an answer to that phenomenon.

  11. I was standing in a Sports Direct buying my grandson some over priced trainers.
    While he was trying them on something was getting right up my hooter.
    It was this endless loop of some cunt talking not singing through a vocoder with these banal childless lyrics.
    I asked the bored looking assistant doesn’t this drive you mad ? she didn’t even realise it was playing FFS 🤦‍♂️

  12. Excellent cunting, Wokey.
    And not for the first time on this prestigious site have we had contemporary “music” called out for the stone-age jungle bum-pap it is.
    May the cuntings rightfully continue.
    Personally, I blame it all on Lulu with her 1969 entry in the Eurovision Freakshow Contest “Boom Bang-a-Bang”. It came 1st – I rest my case.
    🛢️🍗

  13. I imagine this sort of thing is what makes all those little tracksuited wôgs in London go running about pinching things.

    Shoot the cunts.

    Hang the DJ.

    Good morning.

      • Seconded. Those high pitched little voices bellowing on their phones on buses and the underground boil my piss. They also don’t know the meaning of the concept of queuing and they spit vigorously in the streets, the little slitty eyed savages.

  14. Remember the Light Programme with all the comedy such as Workers Play Time, then Radio 2, which I called it the “didn’t know whether to have a shit or hair cut” station. Radio 4 was better for comedy and still is. I listen to it whilst watching cricket and football.

  15. Coming from a deprived background, the Beau hut-hold only have an old wooden Grundig valve radio set. You can`t get such arse-mince on it.
    Instead we tune in to The Light Programme, The Home Service and occasionally The Third Programme.
    Although after a few episodes of The Clitheroe Kid we long for a bit of Grime & Gangsta.
    📻📢

    • I understand Jimmy Clitheroe “as the Kid himself” used to have wooden blocks fitted to the pedals of his Merc. I wonder if fellow midget jester, big-hearted” Arthus Askey had similar fittings?

      Of course it would not be allowed now.

  16. I recently started tuning in to Radio 3. I was quite taken by the names of the presenters. One splendid fellow is named Petroc Trelawney. Brilliant. Loads of madrigals, string quartets. Evensong and Compline on Sundays, lunchtime concerts live from The Wigmore Hall. I have taken to wearing a buttonhole and drinking absinthe when listening. PS despite the recherche splendours of Radio 3, the BBC is still infested with cunts.

    Good morning, everyone.

    • Thanks for reminding me, TT, of the time of bumping into old Petroc in the basement of John Lewis, whilst he was picking up household items.

  17. My last memories of UK radio are Steve Wright in the afternoon and some fat cunt who tried to be controversial all the time doing a breakfast show.

    I can’t remember his name.

    It’s been a while so I suppose that they are both dead.

    I hope so.

    • Ive no ever listened to radio.
      Shrewd move.

      I might of been exposed to vicars kid,
      All round twat and sootytamperer Timothy Westwood.

      Timmy likes his cocopops fresh and us up for fiddling with teenage black girls.
      His taste in women as criminal as his taste in music.

  18. Radio 1 should be banned for everyone. It reminds me of Sir Thomas Beecham’s put-down of Beethoven’s chamber music: “Of course, Beethoven’s late string quartets were written by a deaf man – and in my opinion should only be listened to by deaf men”

    • One of the best quips I heard Beecham to come out with, was when asked what he thought of Stockhausen’s music. He said he hadn’t heard any but he’d trodden in it.

      • I would have loved Tommy’s reaction to the likes of Rachel Reeves, the Philipson tart and Jess Phillips. After a gruelling session with the cellist Beatrice Harrison, where they were attempting to record the Elgar Cello Concerto he is reported to have said to her “Madam, you have, between your legs, an instrument capable of bringing pleasure to thousands, but all you do is scratch it”.

    • Rather than listen to simpletons on the airwaves introduce
      Shitty pop records,
      May i suggest the instrument
      Known as the ‘Jews Harp?

      Used by cowboys just a little metal frame and a twangy bit you place in your mouth.

      If in a car you can get any passengers to join in by making loud donkey braying noises
      HeeHaw
      Heehaw!!

      This will reproduce the soundtrack to the Clint Eastwood film
      Two mules for sister Sara

      And will make a 8hr journey fly by.

  19. My radio listening these days are recordings that tends to start from the very beginning and finishes precisely at the end.

    • Rap music is one of a long line of black musical assaults on the ears of englishmen.

      Previous crimes are soul, blues and that most Sinister of all jazz.

      I never understood why the Rolling stones venerated some toothless,
      Illiterate old sooty shouting an moaning
      Like Murky waters
      Blind dog jefferson an
      Mouth organ players like shaky wilkins or watermelon Johnson.

      Rubbish.

      • ” i dun bin down to alabamy.
        Woo, yeah
        My baby she aint dere.
        Woo yeah
        I bin done wrong by dat woman
        Woo yeah
        I went down to dat crossroads
        Sold the devil my soul.
        Woo yeah.”

        Gibberish Johnson
        1923
        Recorded in the missisippi delta
        After hed been bitten by a dog.

  20. If I can’t find what to listen to on Radio 4, I go to Internet Archive or Fourble, wearing my cordless headphones whilst I’m in and out of all the rooms from basement to attic.

    • I’ve even experimented in going as far away as possible from the house to find out if I could still hear. It was far better than the cat’s whiskers I originally started with.

  21. I don’t think I have listened to radio 1 for decades, I thought I should look up the current DJs, one in particular caught my eye Alyx something, oh dear 😂

    My car radio is tuned into radio 2, I don’t drive much so can’t be arsed to change it

    Has Trump bombed the bastards, BBC 1 should be showing a looped footage of Warthogs splattering rag heads with a backing track of Thunderstruck, Nice

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8U4yNXqB88

  22. I hoped all those so-called disc jockeys couldn’t sleep a wink and ended up with the screaming abdabs and the heebie-jeebies. The cunts !

  23. Dance
    Dance
    Dance dance
    Dance to the radio.
    -advised Ian Curtis.

    He had epilepsy.
    That cunt would dance at traffic lights.
    Pay him no attention.

    Radio Gaga sang Fredrick Mercury,
    His ricky rotting away from aids.
    It did him no good.

    On my radio sang the Selecter.
    Radio repaid them by not play their shitty 2tone records and they sank into obscurity.

    Radio is the kiss of death.

  24. My digression time. Glad the cricket season is upon us with its empty stadiums and no money unlike the football, but to its advantage over football with full stadiums and plenty of money, is the togetherness of mostly British cricketers and staying within the rules of only a couple of overseas players. I’ll settle for that.

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