I love a beer or several but sometimes I am utterly confused as to which one I should buy and ultimately drink. There are many choices out there and I like so many.

A ice cold Spanish larger in a frosted glass always hits the spot when I am in Diego land. Back home in rural England when it is 50 degrees and damp less so.

I love to try the many small brewery delights that offer a wide range of products. .Batemans a local brewery to me have a wide and delicious selection ;-Yella belly gold, XB, triple XB, Dark fruits porter and so the list goes on.

Even local supermarkets have many many beers to chose from. McEwans Champion Ale is a firm favourite of mine but strong so mind how you go. Hobgoblin Ruby is another favourite tasty but less strong.

Some years ago I used to love to go on a P&O mini cruise to Bruges and come home with a boot full of delights. I once brought a case of beer that was 13% which is fucking strong real fucking strong. This was a brown beer and not sickly like the special brew slops.

I could go on for ages because there are many brilliant beers to choose, But which one. The choice at times can be a cunt.

Just don’t ever choose and worse still drink a carling black label. Fucking hell revolting cats piss in a glass.

Nominated by Everyonesacunt.

Lovely big, firm peaches. What a joy they are to behold. I salivate at the sight.

So this is a problem, I hear you ask? Well I’m beginning to think that it might be in my case, because I just can’t stop thinking about them. If I’m awake, I’m searching the internet for pictures of them. If I’m out, the radar is on; it’s murder on holiday, at the beach or by the pool. If I’m asleep, I dream about them.

The older I get, the worse it seems to get. I fear for my blood pressure. The wife says I’m obsessed, and blames it all on ‘that Salma Hayak’, but it’s hardly her fault for having those made in heaven beauties of hers. Imagine massaging them with warm oil for an hour or six…

Perhaps I am a bit sick in the head at that, but if I am, the problem is that I don’t really want to be cured. So I’ll console myself with the thought that as addictions go, it’s pretty harmless. It’s hardly crack is it, so the worst side effect I’m likely to get is a sore knob.

Maybe counselling would help…

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Nominated by Ron Knee

Well it didn’t take Joe O’Biden long to resume normal duties and remind us all why he is a senile old fart and should stand down at the end of his term rather than decide to run again subjecting the U.S and wider world to more insane policies, gaffes and car crash interviews.

At a recent event at the White House Biden was asked where was the last foreign country he had visited.

“The last country I’ve travelled, I’m trying to think of the last one I was in. I’ve been to, met 89 heads of state so far, so uh…. trying to think where was the last place I was; its hard to keep track…um I was….”

“Ireland!” came the helpful reply from a child in the audience jogging the Hair-Sniffer-in-Chiefs memory of a visit to the country less than two weeks before.

Given this anti-British plastic paddy never stops banging on about his ancestral heritage and his love of all things Irish, you would think he would remember visiting the fucking place. His White House handlers must have thought they were in safe territory since he has been known to channel his inner Ron Burgundy and read “End of quote. Repeat the line” from teleprompters during speeches but was outfoxed a random question about his travels.

It got worse when asked how long had he had Alzheimers?

“As long as I can remember”.

Nurse!

NYP

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator.

The incessant bullshit in the media surrounding women’s football.

I know that’s quite a mouthful, but just saying women’s football is wrong it isn’t what I am cunting. I want women to be able to play football. I do not see why they can’t and should be encouraged to do so as often and to the highest standard they can. Just the way men can.

Here is my problem I can honestly say that I could pick a team from England’s pub leagues that could annihilate the national women’s team. I could easily, I may have mentioned before that I played low end semi pro and top level pub stuff. The last pub team I was involved in could boast several ex professional players. Not YTS kids but men who had had professional contracts with football league teams. And that was from just one team, (ok a top team), in a small Yorkshire town. How many more ex professionals could I call on registered with Sunday pub leagues nationally? Several hundred is my guess.

This cunting isn’t about knocking the women who play, (some maybe ex players on MOD) but not generally. It is about the fucking nonsense spouted on the; you’ve guessed it the beeb sky, bt sports et al. Sometimes I look for the scores and have to wade through the nonsense women’s leagues on web just to get to the get to championship men’s results. It used to be bad enough when the Scottish premier division was placed above the English leagues. That is also a shite standard.

FFS honestly. It is like being force fed green beans as a kid when what you really want is a piece of meat and chips.

Women’s football is massively subsidised by the men’s game. No fucker actually pays owt but a couple of quid to watch it. Kids go free Oaps free etc. Even national fixtures give away free tickets, loads and loads go to schools, just to get people inside the ground.

Top women’s teams now fly to fixtures fuck me that’s environmentally sound, not. or cost affective.

Right the cunting is specifically about the bullshit media coverage that surrounds women playing football not women actually playing to which I say get on with it and enjoy. Just don’t believe the hype.

football foundation

parliament publications

Nominated by Everyonesacunt

 
Your patience, gentles all , for this is yet another cunting for the Barmy Bullshit Corporation, and I am sincerely sorry if you are already up to here with the crass wokery of this arse-alike outlet. Forgive me.

R4 Extra can still dredge up some decent programming, invariably more than 20 years old, and accompanied by dire warnings that the material may not be politically sanitised. I still listen to it, while hoping against hope that the quality will not decline further. Sure, sure…

I give you R4Xtra’s current production of Ibsen’s Dolls’ House. A respectable enough work of Great Literature, albeit written by a Norwegian cunt and available only in translation if you don’t speak Danish or Bokmål. Regarded as a feminist play (Ibsen denied this), it is lacking only one dimension. Guess what?

Well done you. It needs to be relocated to the British Raj, doesn’t it? With a scintillating cast of subcontinental heroes and European villains*:
Niru Indira Varma
Tom Toby Stephens
Mrs Lahiri Shaheen Khan
Kaushik Das Shiv Grewal
Uma Rani Moorthy
Dr Rank Conrad Nelson
Bob James Allen

* The characters’ names -except Dr Rank’s – have been changed to protect the wokeness.

So not content with fucking up our own culture the Bastard Bollocks Corporation is starting on the Nordics now? Jonas Gahr Støre, the Norwegian PM, needs to call in the British Ambassador for a thorough cunting with an axe.

Bbc news

Nominated by Komodo