
A nomination for Steve Wright’s replacement on Radio 2, Scott Mills.
I’ve had the misfortune of hearing the bleatings of this BBC android before.
Than man is without any discernible personality, much like those other grinning smug cunts Greg James and Rick Edwards. His playlists are for the basic mongs who follow every fashionable opinion or shit slang; In the space of ten minutes I was subjected to Coldplay, Britney Spears and tuneless chav shite Swedish House Mafia, while this grinning weasel laboured over a feature about listeners’ most out-of-date cultural references (or, what a person with a reading age above 12 might label anachronisms). The mirth!
Steve Wright was an obese, unfunny, dated cunt who would’ve burst live on air if he hadn’t been moved on, but at least he wasn’t a camp robot or dimwitted former ladette who left her charm and wit in a nightclub in 1997.
That’s all you hear now on radio 2, the nation’s most boring hen party.
Nominated by Cuntamus Prime.



