Britain faces many problems – SurKweer trying to turn us into a communist state, via the EU, Rachel From Accounts bankrupting every British business, Sadiq Kunt turning London into a third world hell hole ruled by knife wielding riff-raff, Ed Miliband offering power cuts and bills through the roof, Putin totally losing his shit, but what is exercising the Daily Mail, apart from cancer?
This plain and pricey old bag, who gushes to soap stars and theatrical royalty,and wets her knickers when she speaks to an actual American film “star”, Lorraine has infested morning television for 14 years, apparently, and regards herself as a Goddess, and is miffed because her otiose show is being cut from 60 minutes to 30 and she will only gush for 30 weeks a year instead of 52. Her employers love her so much they even offered to let her “retire” a year early, which shows the value they place on her squawkfest. She is 65 and concerned about her future – after all she isn’t getting any younger, and by the look of that face she isn’t getting any. Surely the easy money she would get on the old age pension should be enough for the old bissom. There is always the food bank at the end of the road, though I doubt they dish out deep fried Mars bars.
She is not the only one – Richard Madley, the wine expert, has had a whine because he was going to be sacked, but by snarling and having a hissy fit he has been “spared”. Desperation is a terrible thing to behold. One more contract is like one more fix for a drug addict, or one more drink for an alcoholic. They have virtually no self respect if they are prepared to beg for their useless jobs.
These halfwits seem to think the world revolves around them, and the comfort they bring to the proletariat – but how up their own arses they sound. Does anybody really NEED morning TV?. It encourages lazy housewives to lounge around in their night attire all morning (get in the kitchen and wash those fucking dishes, woman!), students who can’t be bothered to study, and the unemployed. I can imagine the typical morning TV fan is that Stacey Solomon woman and her half witted husband Joe Swash, and their chavvy children, all sitting there scratching their arses.
ITV is very short of money – the solution is obvious, scrap the morning sofas and self important “journalists” (“is Mick Jagger doing anything cool this week?”), play the test card till teatime, and tell all these bottom feeder to fuck off and get a proper job.
Problem solved – simples!
Daily Fail.
Nominated by : W. C. Boggs
