Julian Dunkerton

An off-the-peg-grunge cunting for this fucking bearded self-righteous cunt. This arsehole has just donated £1 million to the Remoaners campaign to thwart democracy.

The fuckwit motherfucker, co-founder of cheap tat at premium prices Superdry says that had Brexit happened 20 years earlier his shitty company would have failed. That is succeeds now, by selling cotton tee shirts at 2 for £55, in stores pumping out brainless *music* from grimy looking stores that look like the floor of a baboons cage in the zoo (the excrement in this case being the shit sweatshop overpriced clothes stinking the place out), passes understanding, but perhaps twenty years ago people had more sense than to pay over the odds prices for Mr. Buyright informal clothing.

I think the high street would have been better without these crappy, noisy shit infested blots on the landscape. However, yet again, we have a rich man with more money than sense *buying* what he hopes is influence over the wishes of over 17 million ordinary men and women. Gina Miller transgendered . Richard Branson even more dumbed down. Rich cunts who think they are above the rest of us, and who look as daft as arseholes.

Look at the motherfucker. If he wants to splash out perhaps it should be on his personal hygiene – soap and razor blades. He looks like the sort of raddled old cunt who smells of stale piss, farts and B.O, with skidmarks on his £30 underpants. How I loathe these self entitled cunts – especially when they have poofy names like Julian.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Harvester Restaurants


I would like to nominate Harvester “Restaurants” for a cunting.

Not only are these places the monosodium glutimate of the cuisine world, and let’s not forget their tasteless and shameless usage of the Isley Brothers’ “Harvest for the World” song to promote their vomit inducing wares (a song about famine nonetheless), no, I would like to nominate Harvester because of their latest “Don’t risk it all for a sneaky Harvester” advert.

Bunch of snowflakes twisting about the bank of Mam & Dad daring to grab a shite 2-for-1 shambles with a couple of finest Chandonrays without being plagued and pillaged by their ungrateful offspring.

Now, as real as the ingrate sentiment may be, most kids – flakes or not – would rather chew their own arms off than a) visit a Harvester and b) go there with their parents.

Utter fucking shite on so many counts that even Audley Harrison hasn’t heard them all!

Nominated by Rebel without a Cunt!

Harvester restaurants are more than just a shite chain of ‘family pubs’. They serve as a stark, bleak reminder of just how catastophic your life choices have been up to this point if you end up eating at these hellholes on the regular.

Always to be found in remote corners of loosely middle-class faceless commuter hellholes like Northolt, Ruislip, Reading etc, everything about these places is fucking vile. In the same way that spaceship from Event Horizon inadvertently travelled to hell and was infested from stem to stern with evil, similarly are Harvesters steeped in the detritis of the scum class.

From the beer-varnished joists to the piss-soaked carpets, these outlets make Wetherspoons look like exclusive franchises. Admittedly inventive in how many different fucking ways they can serve chicken and sweetcorn, the infinite salad bars are a hideously ironic foil for the infinite salad dodging cunts who swill the piss-warm Worthington’s creamflow by the flagon.

The few times I’ve eaten there, all I can remember is feeling like I’m eating at some grey, concrete surrounded grief-hole much akin to an Alan Patridge travel-tavern. It would be a more joyous experience to put a table and fucking chair on the hard shoulder of a motorway near Saffron Walden and eat some waterlogged Buxted and chips as the long hauls whizz past.

And they have put out some real humdingers for shit adverts – check out this fucking abomination!

Take it from someone who has been to these dives – ‘liberate te ex inferis’.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back

Rodrigo Alves [2]

i would like to cunt Rodrigo Alves. who he ? i hear you ask. well he is the human barbie ‘Ken ‘ . fuck my old boots what a fuckin specimen. what the fuck is that all about? i’d never heard of him until i saw a trailer for Celebrity Big Brother, obviously i don’t watch the shit. google him . what a sad sad individual.

Nominated by richard1

(Excuse the grammar and typing but we couldn’t be arsed to correct it – Admin)

Liam Holmes

Liam Holmes is a cunt…

As we all know, this is the bloke who punched a girl out outside a nightclub and rendered her unconscious… First of all, any man who punches a woman in such a fashion is a coward and a cunt… But the patheticness (is that a word?) of this tosser is made all the more sickening by the white paint job being done by his mother… There are eyewitnesses that say Holmes was verbally abusing and threatening other young women and he’s caught on camera punching one to the ground with as much force as possible…

Yet his old lady is bleating ‘You don’t know the full story!’ ‘My son is not a thug!’ ‘He’s a good boy!’ The mother of every school bully, hooligan, and yobbo in the world always says that… I remember Gary Robinson’s old lady saying all this shite to my mum and dad after the little cunt had bust my sister’s nose in the early 80s ( I later and promptly busted his, the fucking sadistic cunt!), and the sick bucket was needed when Mrs Holmes whined ‘My son looks after me! He’s a carer!’ Why do they have to make their thuggish and woman beating offspring look like paragons of virtue who help old ladies across the road? It’s sickening…

And as they went to the cop shop, Holmes and his old lady really looked like a disabled mother and her carer, didn’t they? Fuck off! Scum is scum is scum, end of….

Nominated by Norman

The man purse

An increasingly common phenomenon I have noticed recently. You are standing behind a bloke in a shop or a supermarket and the cunt pulls out his wallet. Except it’s not a wallet. He opens it up and it’s got little compartments with zips which contain all the different coins and notes.

So the cunt fumbles around unzipping and zipping trying to find the right change. Then he realises that he can’t make it so he whips out a note. Now we have to stand around while he puts the change in the right compartments and zips them all up again. ? For fucks sake! ? It’s like standing behind some fucking old woman!

Listen cunt! You keep your notes in one pocket and your coins in the other pocket…..how hard is that cunt?

Is this part of the increasing gayification of our society? It gets on my tits!………and don’t get me started on man bags !

Nominated by Freddie the Frog