I cannot fucking stand it. The big build up to the BBC annual shitfest that is Children in Need.
It’s bad enough that we have to tolerate the substandard rubbish that will be masquerading as entertainment on the night itself. At least we can turn that off, but the big build up…..jeez it goes on and on and on. Rammed down our throats.
Our kids are brainwashed in school and forced to take part in this crap. The chuggers are out in the streets rattling their big red buckets. You can’t get into work without being accosted on the doorstep. This year the cunts are even knocking on doors.
One chugger cunt even called me a “tight fisted shit” when I told him I wasn’t interested in donating.
It’s all part of the Christmas build up when charities go into overdrive to part us from our hard earned dosh. Their message is simple. It’s the season of good will when we should think of our fellow man, so give us your money.
Well my fellow man doesn’t give a shit about me, so as far as I’m concerned he can fuck right off and preferably take fucking Pudsey with him.
Christ how I hate that bloody bear…
Nominated by Dioclese
Call me a soppy fuckwit, but I like a good charidee football match. Former pro’s in middle age showing they’ve still got it and the odd famous face maybe showing a bit of class. Soccer aid should therefore be right up my strasse, but is invariably ruined by multiple examples of cuntitude.
Robbie Williams, the great pretender. Pretending he’s Alf Ramsey for 90 minutes and still pretending he’s heterosexual. All this whilst banging on about how he alone came up with this vanity project and should be lauded thus.
Alex fucking Scott (Again!!) bouncing around pitch side like a 12 year old. Dermot O’Growly with his personality free presenting skills and Micah Richards, still blissfully unaware that he is employed as a token and nothing else.
The sleb players, of mostly indifferent quality, loving every minute of their chance to self promote, make the ex pro footballers look like paragons of humility. The only good thing to come out of this wankfest was the irrefutable evidence that wimminz footballers are inadequate in every respect and were, basically, shown up to a degree where even I felt embarrassed for them. Still, never mind love. There’s always shirts in need of ironing.
Nominated by – Field Marshal Cuntgomery
My Mother in law received a tax demand from HMRC just a few days ago suggesting she owes just under £2k in unpaid tax for the current FY. This came as a bit of a bombshell only weeks after losing her husband to cancer.
But on closer detail its all legit because she not only receives a state pension, but also an NHS pension, and her husband’s private pension. Add them all together and it amounts to more than her personal allowance of something like £12500 pa, and therefore is liable for tax at 20%
What she didn’t realise due to how the tax demand letter was set out was that she only owes 20% of that £1900, which still means a demand of about £380. Not as bad but to her mind still quite annoying. (Unfortunately she’s not always rational, and is sometimes hot headed when she sees shit like this when living alone.)
Even though she is 70 and has worked for something like 45 years, paying income tax and of course NICs, she is still hit with tax demands. I realise this affects every retired pensioner with a taxable income, but it really is a kick in the balls to think that paying into pension pot(s) for a comfortable retirement still means being fucked over by the Taxman.
Moreover, what really pissed her off with the news of her sister, who is a year younger, has only worked for about 10 years in her entire life, receives a very small state pension, but is topped up with a number of benefits, which are not liable for tax – benefits that almost equate or perhaps even surpasses what my MiL receives on her state pension alone! (I can’t validate if any of that is actually true though.)
She wasn’t happy about that, but then when she watches the news and learns about how Afghan refugees and dinghy migrants are handsomely treated via the Taxpayer, it just puts her into a vile rage, spouting the usual statements about “I’ve worked for 40 odd years, paid my taxes, and then get stung for a tax demand to fund these bastards!”
And it pisses her off even more at the thought of having to sell her home to pay for residential care purely because she’s a home owner (after 26 years paying a mortgage for her current home) and has some savings, all of which could take her over the means-tested threshold!
The working classes that live within their means, take responsibility and earn a crust for 30+ years, get fucked over again and again.
Nominated by – Technocunt
From Yvette Cooper’s favourite built-up shoes, and “Junior MIss” fashion range, to my favourite jam to your favourite whatever, to (according to Anna Soubry, who is crawling back into the limelight, following her recent Wireless 4 “Any Questions” appearance), – IKEA furniture, to Eddie Izzard’s favourite brand of pink lipstick, everything is in short supply, due to “a shortage of lorry drivers”.
The latest, and certainly, potentially most dangerous – even more so than Dame Keir’s favourite moisturiser – is the flu injections for the elderly and health impaired:
Of course, the BBC, the Guardian, Daily Mirror (Starmer’s favourite arse wipe) and Independent like to pin this purely on Brexit, as does Lord Nancy Andrew Adonis,who Twitters constantly about it. Another chance to Brexit bash – how this explains the USA’s shortage of lorry drivers, I can’t imagine. Perhaps when she closes her mouth and her legs, Soubry can enlighten us.
In the case of flu injections, I suspect the NHS and Boris are so obsessed about Covid they have fallen down on the flu jab – flu poses a far greater danger to the elderly since, unlike the teenagers (11 to 45 these days) they don’t inhabit the night clubs where Covid and it’s variants are to be found and spread (I have even given up my weekly viists to the Steaming Pussycat Strip Club, which as you know, is in Soho).
I hate to say it but Boris is becoming increasingly lax – as are some of his ministers. We have no opposition party to speak of, so Boris is doing Dame Keir’s work for him as well. Or instead of.
Get your fingers out, Boris, and Ali Baba, or whatever the Health’ Secretaries name is.
Nominated by – W. C. Boggs