Keeping it in the Family

 

is a cunt.

This is not about marrying your cousin, nor a Family Business being passed from Father to son, (etc)…
I noticed on the TV screens at the gym this morning that a ‘presenter’ on the BBC’s Morning Live, Nick Stapleton, has been awarded his own show, ‘Watchdog’. Well fuck me, he is the son of John Stapleton and Lynne Faulds Wood, who both used to present the old show.
That annoyingly reminded me:
Ellie Sandover, niece of the Prime Mincer was selected (and recently won) a seat in a very safe Labour Ward in Croydon.
Kinnock is the son of Kinnock.
Chlamydia Winklepicker is the daughter of Eve Pollard.
Hilarity Benn is the son of Anthony Wedgwood Benn.

I could go on, but Cunters, I am sure, will have much better examples!

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Nominated by Hugh🥒Cumber

89 thoughts on “Keeping it in the Family

  1. Gary Neville. The cunt.
    A total embarrassment as manager of Los Che but still has his face on the TV as a football pundit.

    His brother Phil.
    Equally useless but manages to get coaching jobs.

    Their sister Tracey, who Mrs Cunter assures me was fucking hopeless as coach of the English netball team.

    Good morning.

    • Morning Artful.

      This is a currently a very confusing time for Gary.

      What with all those England flags everywhere and all these middle aged white men waving them.

      He probably doesn’t know whether to feel pride or contempt.

    • At least the British Royals have allowed some dilution of the gene pool in recent times.
      Prince Harry Markle isn’t related to King Treehugger, for example.

      • They are not British royals. Ours died out centuries ago and we imported some krauts. There is nothing even the least bit British about those fucking parasites other than the ponds they fucking take from us.

      • It’s not dilution, as such, it’s a way of preventing too much in-breeding. Habsburg Chin comes to mind.
        Still a bunch of cunts.

  2. Nepo babies.

    Getting jobs off the back of successful mummy’s an daddy’s rather than by merit.

    There’s loads of em.

    Nicholas Cage- uncle Francis ford coppola
    Jane and Peter Fonda -Henry Fonda
    Stevie Hawkings- dad was Davros and mum was the Speaking clock.
    Bindi Erwin- dad was the late crocodile molester and stingray fatality Steve Earwig.
    They’re all at it.

    suppose it’s human nature to give your kids a leg up in the business,
    shoehorn them in.
    But I’d like to be able to say

    ” Do you know who I am?!”

    rather than
    ” do you know who my mum is?!”

  3. Such a shame that nice Mr Hilter had no kids (that we know about). I did see that old documentary “The Boys from Brazil’ again recently. Maybe there is still hope…

    Good morning, everyone.

    • I was under the impression Unity Mitford (Auntie to the late Max Mosley son of Oswald and who, with Bernie Ecclestone, ran F1 for many years while he wasn’t whoremongering with young ladies dressed in SS uniforms) ) was tupped by him and produced a sprog. If so an impressive performance from AH considering he only had one ball.

  4. I never want to mention anybody whom I detest emphatically, otherwise I would be giving them the satisfaction of notoriety. I might have to mention in the course of the day, or a hint of such riff-raff.

  5. fuckin weather.
    😟
    hot as fuck.
    an I’ve got to go hump furniture at 10am.

    it’s outrageous.
    something should be done about it.
    I blame Andy Burnham.
    Another nepo kid.

    his dad was Albert Tatlock.

    Hope he chokes on his chips n gravy the terrible cunt.

    • Don’t forget to wear your flame-retardant boiler suit and welding mask Mis. It’s Dante’s inferno out there.

    • All my sympathy Mis but it could be even worse, you could be down here. One-o-clock this morning 31 degrees in our bedroom.

      • I’ll be thinking of you vaping in your tiki hut, JP.

        If I could start at 4.00am I bloody well would.

    • You have a ‘danger of death’ heatwave.

      Here we call it junio.

      The daytime temperatures that you have there at the moment are about the same as our night temperatures.

      And contrary to what you might believe, air conditioning is not standard in homes here.
      We cope. Although the media is, like your’s, getting more alarmist.

      It’s not yet at the point where people are being advised to drink if they are thirsty.
      We already have that one covered.

  6. Stella McCuntney. Daughter of old thumbs aloft and, by sheer coincidence, a top fashion designer.
    Roman Kemp. Son of Martin and one of Wham’s backing singers who, with absolutely no influence from mummy and daddy’s connections, is a darling of the One Show and other lowest common denominator shit.
    Barney Walsh. Son of game show host, Bradley, forging his own career making television programs about travelling the world with his dad.
    Any suggestions that the above would be flipping burgers in Maccy D’s without enormous parental help are just jealous lies.

  7. I can only say Eve Pollard had a magnificent set of jugs in her day, and she was very happy to show them off. That ugly daughter of hers isn’t a patch on her mum. When she was a kid Eve used to have to tie a lamb chop round Claudia’s scraggy neck, to encourage the dog to play with her.

    Let’s not forget Rachel and Ellie Reeves – the political equivalent of the Beverley Sisters and “Lord” Faulkener’s son is now also a Labourite MP, and a cocky little bastard at that.

  8. I like Nick Stapleton. He’s been doing ‘Scam Interceptors’ from the start with Rav Wilding so it’s not like he’s appeared from nowhere.

    • Be aware, very aware, if any former Police Officer who didn’t complete his/her time in The Job, according to Sgt Cumber (the Younger), and THAT TV programme is riddled with them.
      “Wet, weary and wimpy” creatures, apparently….

  9. Anyone having the talent for becoming a famous musician, artist or actor deserves a mention in my mind. Not from being purely related. It has to be earned on individual merit.

    • Perhaps Toby Starmer (Keir’s son) will become a proficient player of the pink oboe, just like his dad (allegedly)

      • Remrats junior might have to put a gun to his head. He’s waiting for the go ahead, not wanting to jump the queue.

  10. Oh come on you lot, show a little compassion!

    Poor Nepo babies, constantly wondering if they got the job because of who Mum is, or because they are genuinely talented.

    It plays havoc with their mental elf, dontcha know? They’ve all got ADHD or autism ( or both ), and can’t wait to tell the world about it!

  11. Another thing that irritates me, is the assertion that certain rich and/or famous people came from nothing.
    Maggie Thatcher, for example.
    Her dad was merely a green grocer and they all lived above the shop he owned.
    I’m not necessarily knocking that, but how many of our grandparents owned their own shop in the 40s and 50s?
    Then, of course, there’s the fact that Maggie went on to marry a director of one of Britains biggest oil companies.
    I wonder what she ever saw in multi millionaire Denis?
    But I’ll leave you with self made property millionaire, Michael Heseltine.
    He made his fortune from absolutely nothing after inheriting £50.000 from his aunt.
    In 1954.

    • Just to reinforce your point FMC, that was about 500 times the average annual salary at the time and whichever route to today’s equivalent you take you arrive at a figure of well over £1,500,000.

      • Thanks for that Arfur.
        I must confess I couldn’t be arsed to look that up.

  12. What really irritates me is that these folks commonly deny that they’ve had an advantage thanks to who their parents are. Whether they are lying or just can’t see it, it’s just as annoying.

    • Brooklyn Beckham for example.

      Thicker than the glass at the gorilla exhibit and fucking hopeless at everything he tries his hand at, yet still married a rather saucy billionaire’s daughter.

      That’s just sickening.

  13. I’m waiting for the first person to mention an individual with a talent they admire and might be worried from being ridiculed and shot down in flames.

    • You could get away with mentioning a person from the lowest common denominator bracket, because that’s all you know. Its been the trend ever since itv became the second television channel.

  14. Izzy Hammond is another fuckwit who gets “work” on the back of being a daughter to rospa’s answer to driving skills supremo Richard “hamster” Hammond. My nephew went to the Goodwood festival of speed last year with his work chums, so I asked if he’d seen anyone famous, his reply was, I only saw that fucking awful Hammond daughter cunt so no then.

    • According to my only two sources of information in the Abergavenny area, where he lives, Richard Hammond is a complete cunt

  15. Thank fuck I despise “celebrities ” and never watch television so have skilfully avoided becoming involved in these shenanigans.

    Who was Andy Burnhams dad?
    Lenin?

    Fuck off.

    Good morning.

  16. I’m surprised that nobody has mention the two vile, traitorous pieces of shit in the nom pick.

    Their son, Eunuch is the cunt responsible for the roll out of Blair senior’s digital ID wet dream.

    Between the pair of unspeakable bastards, they will be pocketing £300m of our money for something we don’t want and never asked for.

    Nice work if you can get it.

  17. Gennardy Rozhdestvensky the conductor I admire, also for spotting him in Foyles of London dressed as the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes, with deerstalker and the rest of the garb. I addressed him on his outfit and for his talents. We shook hands. I shall never forget it.

    • Ivans love Sherlock Holmes, it appeals to their sense of the conspiratorial. I remember defector Oleg Gordievsky saying one of his senior KGB colleagues at the London rezidentura used to dress in tweeds and spend all his time reading Arthur Conan Doyle.

  18. Don’t forget to mention that twat Barney fuckin’ Walsh – about as entertaining as a headache. And the twat Roman Kemp – he’s just a scruffy little prick …

  19. Isabelle Huppert is someone I’ve admired for her acting on stage and screen. She’s worked for some of the best directors, from Claude Chabrol, Jean-Luc Godard and Michael Haneke. She once accidentally stuck a pen into my hand when asking for her autograph. She apologised like the true professional. I never washed the hand with the mark it left and waited for it to disappear.

  20. The fuckin Beckhams, especially that Brooklyn cunt.

    Cooking, football, photography…..he’s failed at them all despite given advantages that others can only dream of.

    Cabbage head Gordon Ramsay is a mixed bag. Two of his daughters have non-jobs as a fashion designer and blogger while his son is a Royal Marines commando. I know who I would be bragging about to my mates.

  21. That old rags to riches line.

    well I’m still at the rags stage currently but I endeavour.
    I don’t quit.
    ill die in threadbare undercrackers ,
    socks with holes in
    an gravy stains on my vest.

    But I tried. hard.
    I wouldn’t want to be a nepo brat.
    everything handed to you.
    Never being at the bottom and through sheer determination slowly rising.

    The life of a nepo baby is too easy.
    but, they’ll always be measured by their famous parent.
    Never quite living up to them.

    the soft cunts

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