A quick emergency cunting for Emmanuel Macron. He’s hosted a dinner for UK based auto makers with the aim of attracting their operations to France.
The UK is expected to be a good sport and not do anything to damage the EU, yet the treacherous French and other foreign cunts have no intention of reciprocating .
Enemies the lot of them, and always will be.
Fuck off you cunts.
Nominated by Jack The Cunter
This cunt. This fucking cunt has been on my hate list since the early 2000s when he wound up on the bill at a stand-up night in Cardiff.
I’m not sure if my hatred for the cunt stemmed from his then aggressively Liberal Thatcher-hating schtick (most comedians left that routine behind in the 80s), or the now archetypal ‘street life according to a privately educated cunt’ blather, or just for plain, simple fact that he is a parallelogram-headed cunt.
Now, as one of many risible cunts on the BBC gravy train for publicly anti-Brexit ‘comedians’, this totally unfunny cuntlord has wormed his way back into the public consciousness; both for his EU preachings and, more heinously, for a truly bladder-liquifying piss-boiler of an advert for a credit agency or something, where said advert features not one but TWO fucking Brigstockes simultaneously on screen, literally trying to out-cunt each other for ‘laffs’.
I suppose the one and only possible benefit to having two Marcus Brisgstockes in this world is the satisfaction of knowing that when one has been hung from the highest lamp-post and burned alive with flamethrowers, you still have the joy and anticipation of getting to do it for a second time. Kind of like finishing one giant tin of Quality Street at Christmas and suddenly remembering there is another unopened one in the cupboard under the stairs.
A man with a head so angular and mathematically correct that Pythagoras himself would frantically wank his Ionic Column dry over the endless geometric theorem possibilites, I give you the hypotenuse of cuntitude, Marcus fucking Brigstocke.
Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back
I was in the middle of watching Deadliest Catch (crab fishing in the Bering Sea) when the ads. came on. Imagine my genuine horror and disgust when Jenny Eclair appeared up to explain how uncomfortable it was to have a dry and itchy vagina. The shameless harridan then had the gall to recommend Vagiel to ease the symptoms. Fuck me,a picture of Jenny Eclair,ankles round the back of her head,rubbing cream into her (undoubtedly) foul sugar-walls popped into my head…..I’m genuinely traumatised,as are the poor dogs who fled as my roar of pain and anger rattled every window in Fiddler Towers. Spilled my Bushmills and tipped the fucking ashtray in a desperate grab for the fucking remote.
Why put an ad for diseased fannies on during a programme which I can’t imagine appeals to many women? Why have that revolting old hag advertising the muck?…..Gemma Arterton I could have lived with…even enjoyed,but Jenny fucking Eclair?
It’s a bloody disgrace and I plan to complain, in the strongest possible terms,to the Advert Watchdog just as soon as this stomach-churning image has faded from my mind and allowed me to convey to the bastards just how strong my feelings are about this obnoxious episode.
Nominated by Dick Fiddler
Zoe Ball is an annoying cunt, isn’t she?
As soon as she’s blagged her way onto anything, she fucks it up: tv programmes, radio programmes, a DJ’s marriage.
Too much volume, not enough subtlety; too much bleach, not enough reality; too much ambition, not enough talent.
Little Miss Sunshine? She’s got more make-up and cosmetics than Boots Chemist.
This disingenuous harlot continually bangs on about Manchester fucking United as if she’s just alighted the bus near Stretford’s Old Toilet. Come off it sugartits, you live in Brighton! You love the ManUnited about as much as Pogba does!
“I wish I had a time machine” she said after her last boyfriend topped himself. As do we, love, so we can set it to return to The Bubonic Plague.
Dear old Johnny Ball was a superb presenter, so full of vigour and charm he made Maths and Science fun. What a shame he couldn’t have jizzed this over-ambitious, garrulous harpee into a sock.
Nominated by Captain Magnanimous
I do believe Kirstie Allsop is well over due a cunting of the highest magnitude.
Not only did this self serving cunt recently leave her kids in economy class whilst she got her face in the trough of business class, she has now smashed up their I Pads because they dared to go over screen time.
This cunt of a woman, who has never done a days work in her life and was born into wealth, seems to believe she has an opinion. Pity her opinion is not the same as ours in that she is a complete cunt.
Her sister got the share of the beauty, and Kirsty got the share of being a cunt. Out of the two I could happily toss Sophie Allsopp a pint of throat yoghurt, and happily toss Kisrty Allsopp a fucking hand grenade. But the di-gastric heffer would probably eat it with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
With her little sucky TV programmes about making things and her fuckwit partnership with that other cunt about buying homes, Kirsty Allsopp is the toffee nosed cunt of this week.
Nominated by Dry Itchy Cunt
Kirstie Allsop – now there is a cunt for the ages.
I have always detested this fucking specimen. The template for all sharp-elbowed, self-entitled middle-class parents everywhere – a bit like my own fucking sister dearest. Totally aloof to real life and convinced that she and she alone is the harbinger of the proper way of life, this cunt is Carnot/Rankin tier efficient at cyclically boiling the piss every time she appears.
The cunt think proper parenting is to smash up little Rupert and Hubert’s iPad. The little cherubs perhaps shouldn’t have been left to become so addicted to them in the first place; but nevertheless, taking such fucking idiotic action demonstrates i) Allsop’s limited capacity as a parent, and ii) the frivolity with money that shows how out of touch her and her ilk must be. The fact that she has flounced off Twitter due to anyone challenging her shit abilities as a mother says it all.
I caught Allsop on a few episodes of Question Time. It was the closest my TV had come to a terminal Lubbocking, clean up to the elbow. Kirstie Allsop – uppity shitcunt.
Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back
I see that her off ‘Location, Location, Location’ (or whatever it’s called) has incurred the wrath of the Twitterati for breaking up her kids’ iPads when they wouldn’t turn them off.
Now I wouldn’t care to comment one way or the other on this occasion with regard to Allsopp’s parenting skills. Couldn’t really give a fuck. What I will say however is that anyone calling her kids (get this) ‘Oscar Hercules’ and ‘Bay Atlas’ just has to be a cunt of massive dimensions.
‘Bay Atlas’! Wtf?
Nominated by Ron Knee