Not content with pissing off farmers, fishermen, pensioners and working people to name but a few, the Ginger Minger and her hated government are now coming after the nations allotments. She has given the green light for cash-strapped councils to sell off assets including allotments to fund day-to-day spending.

Isn’t that what our Council Tax is for? You know the one that has just gone up by an average of 5% in April?

These allotments are important and they are part of our nations history with some dating back to the mid 18th century. They provide relaxation, social interaction and kids learning about nature as well as growing low cost food.

They are nostalgic and a little piece of old England with generations of families on the same plot, traditionally the British white working class growing their own produce because of a lack of a garden in their own cramped homes. No wonder Labour hates the idea, its just not diverse and multicultural enough and doesn’t involve Pakistani bus drivers digging for victory to save us all in World War Two. Probably hotbeds of anti-government rhetoric and far-right extremism too.

We all know that these plots will be sold off for housing to accomodate the never ending tide of third world scum and is free driving lessons and football match tickets for these parasites now know as ‘day-to-day spending’ because they are not spending it on fixing potholes, litter, hedge cutting and strimming verges in my local town. Rayner needs fucking composting.

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Nominated by Liberal Liquidator.

is a cunt.

Daily Fail

I am sorry I can’t name him, but I can show you a picture. After I tell you what he did you probably won’t need to see it.

It seems this gentleman had been debarred from leaving the train at Euston (reason not given, but no doubt for good reason). This didn’t deter our shirtless passenger, who did what any English gentleman would do in the circumstances and broke the window to get out, which he did, swearing at tube staff the while, no doubt allowed to leave the station without a police escort. Isn’t it wonderful in Suckdick’s London?:

Nominated by W.C. Boggs.

Right. As usual I like to dial it back a bit to keep us all sane.

So today I am cunting Tupperware.

The other weekend I made 6 portions of chicken Thai curry. (Was fucking lovely, even reheated – a special recipe of people are interested I will share)

And I got my 6 containers out… 4 of which, the lid interacted with the body just fine.

The other 2, nah. They be popping lids and turning into rhomboids and all sorts of shit.

I threw them back in the draw in anger and fast forward to today, having eaten the curries. I now have 5 piles of warped, distorted lidless plastic bullshit.

You find a base. Yep. You find a lid. Yep. Do they match? Of course they fucking don’t.

Try to put the lid on: it resists. You press harder…One corner clicks down and the other end leaps off like a fucking spring trap.

You try again; sweating, rage building and suddenly the entire bastard thing collapses inwards like a neutron star and sprays your leftovers all over the floor.

Now your bolognese is on the tiles, your cat is trying to eat the Bolognese which will make him shit his pants and you are left slamming plastic rectangles together like some mong on a crystal maze timer. All you need is Richard O’Brien with a harmonica in the background and your set.

Don’t …fucking don’t…even get me started on the ‘warped by microwave’ elite tier of these arsehole containers.
They don’t just refuse to stack and oblige being quantised: they bend reality.

Try fitting a warped lid on a warped base and congratulations… Will you start the fans….please!

Fucking grim. And that’s without last week’s curry smelling like a adminals pie I cooked back in 1999.

Plastic pricks. Can’t rely on them, can’t stack them, seal them or depend on them, even when they are in front of you and they shapeshift when any heat is applied to them.

Should employ them as MP’s and save £90k a pop 😉

Nominated by Cunt Executive Officer.

Attached is a tedious list of the ‘funniest’ jokes at the Edinburgh fringe. Take some time to read them. I think you’ll find it enlightening of what comedy has become.

Laugh? I thought I’d never start. And I didnt.
No doubt this collection of hilarious ‘comedians’ will be appearing on suitably dire tv programmes some time soon. (Taskmaster? 8 out of 10 cats? Songs of Praise?)

MSN

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble.

is a cunt.

I am of a certain age where carnal offerings can sometimes be passed up for an interesting documentary on TV or the fact that my body does not seem to be assembled properly and the required actions will only damage it more.
My internet viewing involves regular updates from various war zones, and I would guess that on average I see at least 12 people die a day in sometimes bizarre but often brutal manner.
This requires no age verification so if they want a 7-year-old can watch archive footage from a dead soldier’s helmet camera where he was stabbed to death in hand to hand, whether that is healthy for their development or not I don’t know, but it certainly debunks Hollywood films.
So the subject, Porn, to watch porn within the “accepted parameters” you are required to pass age verification, whether it be by credit card (mine does not support this function, but I wont be taking that up with the bank) or facial verification (at this point I got a big thumbs up and smiley with the words ”at your age WOW”.
So driving home for lunch the old man woke up, the Mrs is at work so I thought I would sneak a look, I have appx 40 mins, to eat, exercise the hound, and something recreational, well today I lost half of that doing age verification for a video that I was not 100% happy with, but as I couldn’t be arsed with further verification I browsed it.
I see the come back of printed jazz mags and blue movies, this age verification shit really gets in the way of a quick one off the wrist, but at the same time I can watch the most explicit violence with no checks.
Bunch of prudish cunts

Nominated by Lord Benny.