A heartfelt Cunting for Advocaat (the drink not the football manager)
This dreadful, mucus-like slime is only ever seen at Christmas when some senile old Great-Aunt drinks it before farting and frightening the dog (one of my happy childhood memories),
Seeing it for sale is truly the harbinger of the dreaded Christmas festivities. It’s not fucking Christmas trees, or Christmas fucking songs (I understand that Dio and Chas are making a shameless, but probably successful, attempt to usurp Slade as the voice of Christmas awfulness), or begging adverts about the homeless that lets me know that “the most wonderful time of the year” is upon us again,it’s the sight of that vile concoction being sold.
I’d have assumed that as the old fuckers died off,the demand for Advocaat would have dwindled…not a bit of it. The shelves are stuffed with it. Who the fuck is buying it – and why? If any Cunter has recently bought a bottle,I demand that you explain yourself.
Nominated by Dick Fiddler


