The University of Derby

 
It was never a real university anyway, but that is besides the point here.

The University of Derby is a cunt, because they want to turn its now-empty halls of residence in Buxton into – drum roll! – an refugee centre for almost 300 boatmen from the subcontinent.

Were they Ukrainian, no bother. The Ukies who’ve come here are ace. They’ve got jobs, they’ve done their utmost to integrate, and they spend money in local businesses. And they like their beer.

The Boat Boys, though?! No chance. We’ve all seen the levels of cultural enrichment they bring to wherever they go. I can’t wait to see some sort of buck-toothed, sister-shagging, sootie having a shite outside Aldi whilst popping in for a carton of milk.

My racism aside, the thing that bothers me the most is the safety aspect of things. Friday and Saturday are Pub Night and Day in Buxton. The town’s pissed as a rat, if I’m honest.

I’m a fruity gentleman, and my other half and I like to go out during the aforementioned. Our friends, too – 99.9% of whom are heterosexual.

We know the Abduls and Abdullahs of this world don’t like The Gays. We also know they don’t like booze or meat or anything that makes the world bearable.

Should the plan to house the fuckers in the ex-uni’s accomodation come to fruition, it’s a matter of time until some innocent – and probably someone I know and get on with – gets attacked by one of them.

A year ago I joked with a mate about “Buxton Mosque” and our fair little town being “the last bastion of nice, white, middle class folk.”

It’s not looking that funny anymore.

Buxton Advertiser

lets talk petition

Nominated by Cuntis_Cuntis.

Oxford Cheese Company


The Oxford Cheese Company are cunts. These Cathedral City wannabes have gone and erased Cerne Abbas Man’s stonking great 35 foot toxic masculinity from their labels.

Could this be a clever metaphor for the nation’s emasculation by decades of feminism, trannyism, MeTooism etc? No, it’s much more mundane than that. One female customer (yes, one) complained. So instead of telling her go and sit on a Cerne Abbas length of her own, obviously the labels had to be changed.
What a bunch of weak-willed tossers.

The Sun

Nominated by Geordie Twatt.

A nomination for Poncing

 

Ive known a few ponces in my time.
They were friends until they began that treacherous slide toward poncedom.

‘Uh, mate, I can’t really get a round in. I left my wallet at home.’
‘uh, mate, is it okay to borrow a tenner for some dinner?’
‘Uh mate, I need to like borrow money for upgrading my computer/spaffing on nerdy tat because I’ve blown my month’s pay on drinking with my real mates and need to keep the rest for a bit of food and the leccy’
‘Uh, mate, can I scrounge/scab/borrow a fiver for the train?’
‘Uh, mate, before you visit the flat, can you nip to sainsburys and buy us snacks and some wine for this evening.. yeah, the missus has got money and ive got about two quid on me at the moment… can you get a book of stamps as well.. we’ve run out’.
‘Uh, mate, can I be cheeky and ask you for a favour.? Can you paint/draw signs for my kid’s school fete?… Oh, pay? but you like art and you’ve already got all the gear’.’
‘Uh, mate, can i use/borrow your van/tools to move my mate’s shit from his garage to his new flat/council tip? I’ll give you petrol money…’
‘Uh, mate, can I jget a lift to Brighton because my girlfriend’s car is at the garage?. I’ll pay you petrol money this time…’.
‘Uh, mate, can I just use your toilet for a massive shit?..Yeah i’ll flush it this time’
‘Uh, mate, csn you just bend over so I can screw some more money, time, petrol, tools, food, drink and labour out of you?’

It’s less the asking and more the creeping sense of entitlement once you do lend them money, do them a favour.

I’m done with them. Sadly my poor mum has been used by ‘friends’ and relatives on my dad’s side throughout her life because she is a helpful soul. Sometimes I will tell her she’s being taken for a mug. It’s not something I like saying to my mum but phrasing it harshly is sometimes all that prevents her from bring exploited by whichever ponce is asking for ‘just a little favour..’

get fucked you indolent, entitled, ungrateful parasites. and that’s just her in-laws/my dad’s siblings and mother.

Do cunters have tales of barefaced poncing they wish to share?

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime.

The media memory hole

 
is a cunt.

Having heard about the shocking events this morning from Nottingham I have been following the developments online.

A 31 year old man and a van are the perpetrators according to the Beeb and ITV.

Channel 4 very surprisingly released a video where a woman described the incident that she witnessed.

She described him as a black man with dreadlocks and a beard.

This crumb of info has since been buried and Channel 4 don’t even feature these murders as newsworthy on their website.

The Beeb are playing the said interview on their website yet they’ve edited the description of “the man” out.

Nottinghamshire police released a statement online informing the public that they’d arrested somebody. With a picture of a white teenagers arm being handcuffed.

If this murdering bastard had been a white Brit then we’d know his shoe size and GCSE results by now.

The media and the entire establishment of this once great country – hang your heads in shame you disingenuous fucking treacherous serpents.

Nominated by Herman Jelmet.

The twitter link you provided has been taken down it appears by twitter. Hiding something? Also yesterday Nottingham’s police own website showed a picture of what was clearly a white woman’s arm in cuffs accompanying their report on the police web site stating that they had made an arrest. The lengths some go to hide the truth/facts? C.A.

Tourist Tax


is a cunt, isn’t it.

It’s bad enough having to visit Scotland. Now, however, the Sweaties are considering a levy against the Engl….erm, against any tourists visiting Edinburger and potentially the whole of ScotchLand.

You’ll pay an extra two quid a night on top of any room price just for the privilege of being in JockLand.

With the poor showing of the Pound Sterling, it won’t make much difference to the EuroCunts, returning Aussie Convicts, or fat, gullible Yanks excited about seeing Nessie. Moreover, if anybody is stupid enough to come for the overrated Edinburger Festival, they deserve to be fleeced.

Perhaps it’s kitty money for the Sturgeon’s Husband Is Innocent appeal (“husband”).

If we pay extra, do they promise not to play the bagpipes? They produce more whining and droning than a Remoaner SNP bore.

This will be a bonanza for the toothless Jocks. They will finally be able to afford some decent Japanese whiskey. Hoots mon, they’ll be able to finally splash out on some new tartan miniskirts, deep-fried shortbread, and IrnBru-flavoured heroine.

Express

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous