Chris Martin. The cunt’s cunt.
His latest offensive behaviour is the decision not to tour the world promoting a new album, so as to reduce their carbon footprint. What a virtue signalling cunt. I hope it flops miserably, or maybe it’s just another load of embarrassing crap. Not that I’d know anyway, as I couldn’t name a single song they’ve ever recorded, even with my balls connected to a taser. I am vaguely aware of a sort of fey mewling being their signature method.
Of course the silly cunt has flown to safe and sunny Jordan to film a show, because there’s no pleasure in doing this from cold and windswept Middlesbrough is there? Look out for some Palestinian tub-thumping on behalf of Corbyn.
This cunt has it all: a consciously uncoupled (eh?) Hollywood ex-wife, kids with stupid names (no doubt bullied for that at school were they in the U.K.) and highly probably some Remain-voting, ‘meat is murder’ sort of cunt who we all loathe.
The music is dreary shite too.
Nominated by Isaac Hunt



