Jamie Barton is a fat ugly cunt.

‘Who the fuck is she?’, fellow cunters may well ask.

She was the so-called “singer” at the Last Night of the Proms last night. I know it’s my fault for watching the Al-Beeb, but how badly can they fuck up the Last Night?

Well it couldn’t get much worse. This fat American “Mezzo-Soprano”, described by Kuntie Derham as “sensational” not only couldn’t sing in tune, she had a weak voice, sang flat notes, and the enormous Fat Bat had the temerity to wave the Gay Flag at a BRITISH event, instead of the Union Flag. Ignorant fat cow.

It was the worst rendition of ‘Rule Britannia’ I have EVER heard. My parrot could do better.

Fuck off back over the pond, and preferably join St Greta on her boat – with luck you’ll sink it and all aboard.

Fat ugly Cunt and Al Beeb (permanent cunts) for their tasteless choice.

Nominated by Big Al

Ok, maybe my previous nomination was silly, but this one isn’t: Question Time.

40 years of rants, a lot less civil than in the earlier years of the show. Tonight was no different. I could only see one Politician speaking extremely clearly, and he wasn’t reckless with his reasoning, like some of the other panellists. Ms Miller, sounding as arrogant as ever. A Liebour MP, who blustered and bloated (No, not that one) until a constituent told him he was just fine with No-Deal. An AM From Plaid Cymru. And Mr Cleverly.

I normally avoid Question Time. I should have avoided it and taken out a good few Plesioth on ‘Monster Hunter Generations Ultimate’. (Plesioth are annoying Piscine Wyverns, famed for their hipcheck.) Basically, any TV political show has become ridiculous and I’d rather be playing my drum kit than listen to several asshats make a mockery of themselves. And to those people: You’re worse than Bulldromes (basically, a giant aggressive boar). You run your smarmy mouths faster than the dang tusked nuisances can charge.

Give our bloody ears and sanity a rest!

Nominated by Pissed off Brit

I want to nominate people who put pointless comments against YouTube videos:

‘Such and such a thing brought me here’
‘Is anyone else here because of ……?’
‘Who’s still listening / watching in 2019?’ etc..

As soon as the first cunt posts this sort of comment, it’ll trigger about another hundred cunts to say exactly the same. No one gives a fuck what brought you here, just watch or listen and enjoy whatever it is without your vacuous cunty comments.

Nominated by Mystic Maven

I would like to cunt checkatrade.com. These are the adverts you see that make you think you are hiring an honest, quality tradesman to do a job for you, so you are safe in the knowledge you will have a professional job done and won’t be ripped off. Now it turns out anyone can buy into this website, fake their on reviews along with the likes of bookmygarage.com and all those other bollocks websites promising a good job by honest people at a fair price; it’s all bollocks and I will explain why.

Yesterday I get cut up by a van for a company that does driveways and is an affiliate of checkatrade .com. I’m on my way to get petrol so pull in behind said van to fuel up. Out of this van get two pikeys, at first I thought they have nicked the van as you do with pikeys. I thought I would Google the company and sure enough the address is a gypsy camp, so it’s their van, third business and these cunts are on checkatrade.com. Fucking hell, thinks I. That’s taking the cat to the pigeons is it not, so I’m sure the pikey cunts do a great job, that is too quality for an honest day’s pay….yeah right. What it actually means is checkatrade and all those other bollocks websites, that make you think you will get a good, honest job done, either don’t check out the company, or if they pay, any fucker can join up and the best bit is you will be inviting criminals into your house.

Fucking excellent…

Nominated by Fuglyucker

Obviously created by people who have never actually been on a plane in their lives.

They’ve never had the hassle of getting to the airport hours before the flights, queuing to get through security, taking off your shoes and belt, immigration and customs, which in some places literally takes hours, being fleeced by the cafes and restaurants in the departure area, logging on beforehand to try and get a seat beside your dearest so you can at least hold hands when the plane crashes. Ryanair, for example, deliberately separates couples so they can charge them for the pleasure of being squeezed together on seats that have as much space as a lavatory seat. “Food” that pigs would refuse and fellow passengers who are so uncouth they would have been thrown off galley slaves or Viking longboats. Don´t even think about the cramped stinking toilets where you bang your head trying to wipe your arse after voiding you bowels of the in-flight dysentery, i.e. “meal”.

Yet look at the adverts. Everyone has empty seats on either side, are relaxed because the weather is great, no turbulence or crying babies and they are surrounded by a harem of stewardesses wearing nothing underneath their uniforms who are just waiting to introduce them to the pleasures of the four-mile high club.

Nominated by Mr Polly