Now all of us on here know that Richard Branson is a complete cunt. However this time he has gone one step further and made the entire nation realise he is a 110% total CUNT. At this time of crisis, does this bearded bell end dip his hand in his pocket and save the well being of his workers? No, he pleads poverty and asks them to take unpaid leave. He has probably done this while getting a reach around from Lineker or Flabbott on his private Caribbean island.

My advice Dickie, is to get your hands into your pocket, sell your fucking island and pay your hard up staff. Or alternatively, make all of your businesses available to the NHS and key workers. I notice the Neville brothers have done just this and when this is over, you should be stripped of your knighthood and have it placed on the shoulders of the Nevilles, or any key worker who kept going and going to help others.

You are not some self made billionaire (I’ve looked it up. You are a privileged twat) you are mummy and daddy’s little boy and you are an embarrassment to this nation. Do us a favour Rich, if your islands got a 50m cliff, please jump off it at the earliest opportunity, you fucking shit, piss, wank CUNT.

Nominated by Cuntsince1066

Richard Branson is a bit of a vintage cunt, isn’t he?,He’s gone cap in hand to the government saying pity poor me, my business needs propping up for the price of, wait for it, £7.5 Billion!!!

Where one of the Neville brothers is paying his staff full wages and letting NHS staff stay for free at his hotels, Branson, the cunt who could easily with his vast wealth pay his staff, won’t.

I hope his business fucking flops, his staff find a better employer and he goes and stay on his island, probably staffed by young girls. Epstein was a friend of Branson, wasn’t he?

Nominated by Once a cunt always a cunt

A cunting for those who stand outside clapping on command through peer pressure.

Some people can appreciate the NHS without clapping like a spastic, signalling their virtue like some attention-seeking cunt.

I don’t mind modifying my behaviour for common sense purposes, but that is pathetic.

Worse than the Ice Bucket Challenge. Worse than Pavlov’s dogs.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

Whilst the time set aside to applaud the NHS is all very nice, I cannot help but think it is also bollocks in extremis.

Years and years…decades in fact of the NHS being slated, complained about, front line staff being chastised as inefficient and uncaring in a system that is, quite frankly, unworkable (Flo Nightingale would struggle with the fucker) Now, however, Joe Public have suddenly realised that the NHS are worthy of praise in the midst of a pandemic. I actually find it quite ridiculous, as well as deeply hypocritical.

They could have been praising them up until now. Why does it take a global crisis for people to suddenly see the NHS and its staff’s worth? Why the sudden applause? Because they are dealing with sick people? Newsflash: they have always done that. Because they are overrun and over-worked with the sheer number of sick people they are treating and trying to save? They have always done that too. Because they are working in tenuous conditions with limited means, limited staff and limited downtime? Yes, that’s right. they have always done that too.

But let’s now applaud them…..the staff who won’t even be listening to your pathetic clapping as they are too busy trying to save lives and keeping everything crossed that they will not become sick too.

Insanity.

Sorry if I cannot get enthused about this ‘recognition’ of the NHS. It all seems a bit after the fact to me.

Nominated by Nurse Cunty

Mawkish, sentimental, virtue-signalling bollocks. Do we have to keep demonstrating to health sector workers that we don’t despise them? And, of course, it costs nothing which, in my view, makes it worth nothing.

We all appreciate what health workers do, but here’s a thought – how about showing some solidarity with all the hospitality, retail and personal service sector workers who have lost, or are under threat of losing, their livelihoods? I don’t think any doctors or nurses will be losing their jobs over this. I do accept that one or two may lose their lives, like the 76 year old GP in Southend in today’s news, and that they put themselves in danger for our good, but this is part of what they do, as it is with the police, rescue services and military.

We’ll probably be expected to do this regularly in future now, like the obligatory two minutes silences for any newsworthy deaths. I hate attempts to emotionally cajole me into doing something I wouldn’t do of my own volition – Movember, Stoptober, dry Jan, children in need, sports relief, even new year’s resolutions. All a load of old wank.

Nominated by Harry Axwound

Just shut the Fuck Up,you self-important Sack of Shite.

Screaming hysterically over the answer any “Guest” tries to give,the Pound-Shop John Bull is an expert on every subject known to Man….of course, if hindsight is a gift,Morgan truly is one of The Blessed. He always knows/knew best and woe-betide any expert or professional who attempts to get a word in before Gobshite Piers puts them right with his view. Wonder if his hindsight extends to his decision to print faked photos or tap phones? Probably not,his pompous,opinionated,bombastic Windbag type are quick to forget/ignore anything that might actually expose them as lying,egotistical cowards.

Crawl back under your stone Cunt, before someone splatters you like the slime-oozing slug you really are…and take your “celebrity mates” with you.

PS….I won’t wish that Piers gets Coronavirus…there’s a chance the Wanker may recover from Coronavirus and that would never do.

Nominated by

I really loathe and detest small talk. It’s one of those awkward social twonks you have to deal with on a regular basis, and it really is hard work at times.

Last night I ordered a taxi, and had to spend a good 20 minutes trying to strike up a conversation with the driver (who was British for a change) in order to avoid equally awkward silences. So you strike up a conversation with the usual inane questions:-

“Busy tonight?”
“Do you enjoy this lark?”
“Any cunts you’ve had to deal with?”

Another scenario is small talk in the lift/elevator. Other than saying “4 please” that’s about as far as I want to go with talking to other cunts in the lift, especially cunts I don’t know. So we all stand there looking at the floor lights above the door, all of us wishing for our floor number to glow and the doors to open so we can get the fuck out!

Or you need a plumber, a spark or some other handyman (oops, I mean “handyperson”), to come round and fix something. Again more with the small talk “Would you like a cup of tea?” “How are you getting on?” “Had a busy day?”

Or queuing at bus stops. Not so much the big queues, but if there’s 2 or 3 of you, and the bus is running late and the small talk kicks in.

“The bus is late isn’t it”?
“Bus service is getting worse!”
“It’s the government’s fault”
“The weather’s bad isn’t it?” (as we get blown around in a force 10 gale with the rain lashing at our faces)

Then there’s the social occasions like weddings and birthdays, and the pain of more small talk spread over hours and hours of utter bollocks with people you don’t really know.

Or you enter an office early in the morning, and you go into the office kitchen, and there’s some cunt there making a coffee. You don’t know this person, but you’re not sure whether to be polite and strike up a conversation or just to shut the fuck up and ignore him. But you feel inclined to say at least “Good morning!” which puts the ball in his court, until he replies in kind. And then you’re kind of fucked as to what to say next!

It also reminds me of those 1st dates when I was in my naive yoof. You’d meet up with your girl inside a pub or eatery, you’re then shown a table, the waiter takes your order, and then you’re both sitting there face to face (this was in the days way before the distraction of mobile phones), and you’re desperately trying to think of something profound in order to impress your girl, but your brain lets you down yet again. So you end up saying something shite like “Do you come here often?”

These days I feel far more inclined to say how I truly feel, but politeness always holds me back.

Nominated by Technocunt

A ‘Why-am-I-treated-so-bad?’, ‘ole man river’ cunting please, for the poor, downtrodden ‘people-of-colour’ (forthwith known as POCs) who suffer terribly at university:

https://metro.co.uk/2020/03/16/still-much-racism-universities-12294077/

How do we know this? Well, Mizz Bakar tells us so in her article…and how does she know? Well, her friends have told her so.

This article is just page filling bollocks. Most (all?) universities these days bend over backward to please and appease the POCs, no-platforming anyone who might upset their tender sensibilities, multi-language signs, prayer rooms etc, etc. IF some ARE given the cold shoulder, it doesn’t seem to occur to them it might have something to do with their bombastic, loud-mouthed antics, attitudes and constant protesting. I live not far from one of these London “universities” (in truth probably just an up-it’s-own-arse Sixth form college), which includes many POCs – in fact they might well be in the majority – and they look (and sound) far from downtrodden.

Perhaps they just enjoy being victims? Mammy!

Nominated by W. C. Boggs