A nomination for some BBC Three piece of degeneracy called Glow Up.
More like throw-up..
It’s sad that old people are paying for this shite, and not even aware it exists (apart from the trailer on the main channels).
More flapping, mincing, and shrieking from our national broadcaster.
If BBC Three isn’t putting Stacey Dooley on a plane, or asking rhetorical questions about the ‘urban yoot’, it’s making scream-athons featuring the alphabet soup, and promoting non-binary demi-kin weirdness to kids who will end up convinced they need blue hair, a nose stud and a pseudopenis, or to tuck the old chap between their legs, shriek and flounce with a yellow-and-green feather headdress and peacock pattern facepaint, botox in their lips and a theatrical agent’s cock in their arse while ‘Goodbye Horses’ plays in the background.
Nominated by Cuntamus Prime



