Victoria Derbyshire (3)

Never seen this cunt’s programme, but I know she’s an irritating, chauvinistic moron who pulls in a whopping 39,000 viewers and just got the boot from Al Bibim, who are desperate to save money.

Pure class from ‘Auntie’ not bothering to tell the old boot and  instead letting her hear about it on the news. She claims on twitter that she attracted ‘a working class, young, diverse audience that BBC radio and TV news progs just don’t reach’, which is fucking horseshit. You attracted medicated housewives and the unemployable, you sub-IQ skank.

Lets hope Lineker is not long for the chop from the state broadcaster, haemorrhaging viewers, along with dozens of other highly paid, parasitic, metropolitan wankers.

Nominated by Dr Shagga and His Cunt Munching Machine

Haggis

‘Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, great chieftain o the puddin’-race!’

Oh Lord, here we are again. January 25th, and time for Scots the world over to celebrate their heritage and salute that great Scottish-Jewish poet, Rabbi Burns.

Now I’m the first to admit that the greatest piece of luck I’ve ever experienced was to win the heart of a gorgeously sensual Edinburgh lass, but like any of life’s riches, it’s come with some baggage, or a bloody great steamer trunk in the case of haggis.
Now cunters from sarf of the border will have heard of this culinary abomination, but may only have a vague notion of what a haggis actually is, so let me include a brief explanation courtesy of Wikipedia:

‘Haggis is a savoury pudding containing sheep’s pluck (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices and salt, and cooked while encased in the animal’s stomach’.

Every January 25th, I have to go through the ritual torture of a Burns Supper, where this abomination is served up with tatties and neeps, to the accompaniment of the maestro’s ‘Address to the Haggis’. And I have to like it, or else. Take it from me, haggis is an open invitation to a three-day bout of acid reflux, or a bad dose of the shits, or both. I’m living on borrowed time as I write. The good news is that it’s another 365 days before I have to endure the ordeal again. Still, at least I get a good, warming shot of Glenlivet single malt to wash it down with. Every cloud has a silver lining, even if for the most part, the cloud resembles a ball of lead. And for dessert, what about that other Scottish culinary masterpiece, the deep fried Mars Bar? Man, that’s really living, as any Dying Scot will tell you.

Nominated by Ron Knee

Shoaib Khan

The race of those involved in the grooming of dozens of young girls in Manchester should not be the main focus in the scandal, a leading human rights lawyer has stated. Shoaib Khan says that although race was “an issue”, it was not the main one. He said the race of those involved did not form a key part of a report into how Greater Manchester Police (GMP) handled the grooming of teenage girls in the 2000s.

Operation Augusta was set up by the police force in 2004 after the death of Victoria Agoglia, a 15-year-old girl who reported being raped, but later died from a suspected overdose in 2003. She identified at least 57 victims of suspected grooming in Manchester. Only three people were convicted of related crimes at court. Mr Khan says the debate should focus on the failure of police to properly resource the investigation into grooming gangs, which the report highlighted, and not the race of those involved.

“I don’t think it’s important. The emphasis that is placed on their race and where they come from”.

Now, I’m no Sherlock fucking Holmes, but if you’re in policing work and you’re seeking people, whatever details you can get on their background, whether they’re white, they’re black, whether they’re tall, they’re short, whether they have white hair, whether they’re blonde, or whether they’re black is pretty fucking crucial. And guess what? They were predominantly Pakistani males. Also predominantly restaurant and takeaway workers from Rusholme. Surprise fucking surprise. But do we boycott these curry miles whatever city or town they are in? No we don’t, we flock to them and keep these paedos going with our hard earned pennies.

Don’t be naive, boycott the cunts.

Nominated by Fork Hunts

Nicole Lyons

A strong and independent woman who only remains at large thanks to female privilege and a weak-as-piss judicial system.

This aggrieved forehead suffered the trauma of knock down ginger – the game where kids rings someone’s doorbell then leg it. Her response? To threaten to kill the kids at the top of her lungs, get into her car and deliberately run them over:

https://metro.co.uk/2020/01/16/bmw-driver-rammed-children-playing-knock-door-run-house-12068539/

Apparently, the courts regard threatening to murder children and deliberately driving your car into them with the intention to harm as fairly minor, if you’re a woman with a previous conviction for drunk driving. Claims she was only going slowly, but quick enough to break one of their legs. Found guilty of grievous bodily harm, dangerous driving, assault, failing to stop and failing to report an accident, but not a day in prison.

Either there’s something rotten in our legal system or her lawyer’s got Jedi mind powers.

Nominated by Dr Shagga and His Cunt Munching Machine

PayPal

PayPal, they can be cunts.
Let’s start from the top, When I separated from Mrs B mkII I changed the details on my PayPal account to credit sales to the ex as we downsized.
I don’t sell for myself on Ebay so it wasn’t a problem, the funds went through to her and that was that.
Some years later I agreed to sell on behalf of a charity, again no problem the buyer buys whatever and the funds go to PayPal and PayPal passes them to the charity, or so I thought.
I received an e-mail from PayPal saying they would hold the funds for 21 days, again no problem.
Then after 21 days PayPal took the value of the sale from my current account and sent it to the charity!
The reason is simple, an unverified PayPal account, the phone number is obsolete, we don’t live at the address and super-duper my ex-wife’s name is on the account.
For over 3 months I have been fighting with what I can only describe as the most obstructive people I have ever dealt with, call centres that do not seem to have a grasp of English, to downright rude yanks.
Latest fob me off is waiting for a call back from a manager who may never bother returning my call.

Followed by 42 min hold just to be told they will only speak to my wife.

As a financial organisation it is like a vending machine that does not give out goods.
Massive bunch of cunts to a person.
My next port of call will be to get the charity and the buyer to contact them and explain the situation in the hopes of getting my money back (£106.00)

Nominated by Lord benny