‘Heir Miles’ Harry
Prince Harry de Halff-Whitt is deeply concerned about the deteriorating state of the environment, and he wants to see his concern addressed. We know this because he tells us so. Often.
This concern notwithstanding, ‘Heir Miles’ Harry seems very wedded to his jet-set lifestyle, with emphasis on the word ‘jet’. Now it transpires that he’s off again, this time on a gas-guzzling round trip to Japan, to watch the rugby world cup final.
Oh, no doubt some justification will be contrived by the palace; he’s a patron of the RFU, he’s representing Her Maj, or the country. I think however, that deep down, we can all recognise this for what it is. It’s a jaunt. He fancies going to the game instead of just watching it on the telly, and he’ll be flying first class I’m sure, unless his late mother’s ‘dear, dear friend’ Dame Elton Luvvy shells out for a private jet again.
Anyways, he’ll be stomping another big carbon footprint in the clouds in the process. Tell you what, then. Let the likes of you and I make the sacrifices and forgo our holidays to Spain. We can’t expect Harry to curtail his gadding about as if he was plain Joe Soap; after all, he is a Very Important Person. I’m sure that this line of thinking will suit him admirably. First rule in the book of the rich and powerful; ‘do as I say, not as I do’.

Nominated by Ron Knee

LLOYD RUSSELL-MOYLE M.P.:-

A fit for a queen cunting please for this Catweazle-As-A-Young-Man* fruity acolyte of old Steptoe, who feels that billionaires have no place in his gay Britain of the 2020a:

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7635619/Labour-MP-Lloyd-Russell-Moyle-calls-billionaires-DRIVEN-Britain.html

I am, of course, not a billionaire myself, but this attitude seems to be totally out of order since the only people who will be able to foot the Corbyn bill for his free university education, free prescriptions and wholesale nationalisation will be tose billionaires. Also, I think Mangledbum and Blair, who have spent their entire lives brown-nosing these rare creatures, will be outraged. Bunny Beckett is outraged on their behalf and has pissed her drawers in sympathy.

This Brighton bender is really getting a taste for publicity. Early on in the year he told the House of Commons that he was unfortunately infected by HIV. In the summer he laid over Berc-ow, as he was distraught that the Speaker was resigning (get the madam!) and now this latest outburst.

I doubt he will lose his seat – I am sure his seat has a gay old time in Brighton, but why can’t this bearded cunt just shut the fuck up. Hopefully nationwide his outburst and Steptoe’s fantasy economics will have lost them many votes, but this week more than 210,000 people under 35 have applied to vote – I suppose most of them are too young to realise that if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

* The real Catweazle returns to TV tomorrow (Talking Pictures 3.30 p.m – my sons favourite programme when he was a lad. He is 54 now)

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

I’m cunting big issue sellers.
When I was a young cunt, I used to see some scruffy cunt, who was homeless selling the big issue.
Now, I’m not a total cunt, so occasionally I would buy this left wing propaganda bog roll, knowing that the scruffy cunt selling it might get a step up the ladder.
That was in the 80s. Now we have the fucking red coats shouting “ beeeeg eeeeshew”.
It seems to me that these cunts are nearly always Romanian free loaders, not homeless, bearing in mind that they left a perfectly good home back in Eastern Europe, and are now hoovering up tax credits like a Westminster politician hoovers up Columbian marching powder.
The only cunts worse than these cunts, are the cunts buying this faux homeless shit rag.
The BI selling cunt in my town hangs around outside cuntland, the place where cunts buy cuntish crap for one pound sterling.
There was a Cuntbook post recently, declaring that the cunt selling BI had just had a baby, and to get their cuntish arses down to Cuntland to donate baby clothes to her.
Now my fellow cunters, I walk down the high street every day to pay cash into my bank acunt, as I am working my bollocks off to keep a business afloat, and I have never seen this cunts little cunt, nor have I witnessed her cunt bump prior to so called cunt dumping occasion.
All these BI cuntstomers are proper cunts for being so fucking naive.

Nominated by Cuntington Smythe

Stuart Potts is definitely a Cunt.

This is the piece of shit who would have been lynched earlier today, had not an unusually quick response from the police. Potts, a squatter, and serial skumbag, decided to liven up the minutes silence for Remembrance Sunday by setting a firework off above those gathered at a memorial in Salford. Obviously this did not go down well with those in attendance, who quickly bore down on the derelict pub Potts and some other dregs are calling home, and kindly requested him to join them in the street below to account for his actions.

After a heated exchange, the angry crowd attempted to gain access to the maggots but were thwarted by the timely arrival of the cozzers, who took Potts away for his own safety. What a cunt.

Nominated by Gutstick Japseye

A rocket up the arse cunting for Stuart Potts. For those wondering who the hell this is, allow me to elucidate.
Potts is the dreg who set off fireworks just as the Remembrance Day silence was about to begin in Salford. It appears that only the timely intervention of the boys in blue prevented Potts from being dragged out of the disused pub in which he was ‘squatting’ and given a good shoeing by an incensed crowd.
The Manchester Evening News reports that Potts told the police that he set off the fireworks as ‘an act of respect’. Yeah, right. The arsewipe, apparently no stranger to the justice system, could now be looking at jail time. Hopefully the abject cunt will be banged up for six months.

Nominated by Ron Knee

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-50374253

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-50374253

John Legend and Kelly Clarkson (No, me neither)

US singers John Legend and Kelly Clarkson have recorded an updated version of the Christmas hit Baby, It’s Cold Outside which ran into controversy with the #MeToo movement.

And so it goes. History rewritten for the age of the virtuous. Old standard songs scrutinised for acceptability. And no doubt having the soul torn out of them.
So what else could sub-karaoke musical giants bowdlerise?
White Christmas? Ole Man River?
Perhaps we could have ‘There is nothing Like a Tranny’ ? Seven husbands for Seven Brothers?
Words fail #metoo.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble