A Which? Special, to whom I’d like to couple the Dame Esther Rantzen Do-Gooders Award, to “financial expert, star of radio-and-T.V, self promoting, crashing old bore Martin Lewis:

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At a blast from the marshal’s whistle, Farting Martin will turn up, all guns blazing gung-ho while he earnestly advises us to “switch suppliers” (and much fucking good it will do), like old Cissie on the bus, he will sit next to his pal Ada, look through her shopping and tell her she could have got it “much cheaper if she had shopped around”, the problem is, poor old Ada finds it hard to toddle off to the local shops, and hasn’t got a computer.

Martin fucking Lewis is the worst sort of know-it-all, smoother than Blair’s best pair of silk knickers there he was on Wireless 4 the other day, as soon as the energy crisis was mentioned, spreading doom and despondency, just like the curate talking about death.

The show was You and Yours, and a lot of their listeners always want something, if not for nothing, then VERY cheap. He advertised his great knowledge and then predicted the end of the world (well for “Y and Y” listeners who feel there has been an economic disaster if they drop 5p down the lavatory). You get a flavour if you read the piece above.

Lewis might not be able to do anything about it, but he has numerous radio and TV gigs to preach the gospel according to St.. Martin, including his own TV series.

Self-promoting, self-righteous, self important – a total cunt.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

(A smug cunt indeed, but he did recently advise people to take weekly snapshots of their energy provider account in terms of bills and credits just in case the provider tanked and you had to prove to the next provider how much credit you had – Day Admin)

USA Turning Into a Nation of Cunts

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Sadly, a proper cunting for my beloved country the US of A…. for allowing that mongrel, bastard, cunt nugget ginger Harry Hewitt to reside in our fair land. It was bad enough that we had to count his vapid fucking cunt wife Me-again as one of our citizens.

But to welcome him with open arms (and bypassing God knows how many immigration laws) we have become a country of cunts. In fairness there are other reasons pointing to our cuntishness (like electing Joe Biteme and Cameltoe Whoris).

But the ginger Harry thing takes the cake. No offense to my British friends, but I would have put him back on the next plane to the UK if I ran our immigration service.

Last week the two “we want our privacy” media-seeking whores were headliners at something called Global Citizen Live in New York City. I don’t know and don’t want to know what the hell “Global Citizen Live” was as I’m sure it’s just another “look how woke we are” gaggle of celebs lecturing the unwashed about climate change and blah blah blah. It would make my piss boil to even read what this circle jerk fest was about.

Anyway, after our favourite two cunt nuggets lectured the adoring crowd on global warming etc. they had the unmitigated hypocrisy to fly back home to California on a chartered private jet. (Everyone has to save the planet, except us two fabulously famous former royals!!)

What fucking cunts they are, but the focus of this cunting is the fact that the USA is becoming a nation of cunts and a government of cunts for not only letting this ginger live here but worshipfully adoring every utterance he and his publicity-whoring wife speak.

God, I can’t stand it any more!

Nominated by: Boomer Cuntbuster

These insulate Britain cunts need yet another cunting, these fuckers need attaching to tow ropes for a leisurely drive around the M25.

Boris the useless fuck up was supposed to have sorted this out with a new law, but as usual a total waste of time.

These cunts no matter what they say are still holding emergency services, they may move eventually like the fire engine i saw on the news the other day, that sat with its blues and twos going until these beardy wierdy fucks eventually got out of the road, in which time people could be dead, or houses burned to the ground.

Their fucking leader doesn’t even has his house insulated, so pot, kettle, black what a cunt he is, and thanks to these twats there is already a woman paralysed after a stroke due to the ambulance being held up.

The law needs to be changed, protesters need to be dealt with Joberg style, if they wont move baton them until they do, water cannon they cunts, they need a bath anyway, arrest the fuckers and send them to Afghanistan, or even better firing squad…..cunts all of em, release the fucking dogs

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Nominated by: Fuglyucker

And supported by: geedee

Mastermind behind Insulate Britain eco-mob says he would have REFUSED to move for crying woman trying to get to mother, 81, in hospital and would block an ambulance with dying patient inside after activists brought three London routes to standstill….

Insulate Britain mastermind Roger Hallam …….

So there we are – the above was posted on The Daily Mail and the cunt didn’t even hide his face, I hope this cunt is attacked and turned into a vegetable – and I mean it – he’s thick enough at the moment but it would be a result to see him gurning in a wheelchair
after people got hold of the cunt.

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And then there’s this from CuntyMort

Right these Mother Fuckers are now pissing me off. Why the fuck Strap on does not get medieval on these bastards is beyond me. How fucking low can you get not allowing a woman to get to her mother in hospital?

As for the prize bastard in charge of these loons saying he would block an ambulance carrying a dying person is not humane in my opinion.

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Last Friday afternoon I made a big mistake. Collecting the grandkids, and feeling in a bit of an expansive grandad mood, I said that we could go for lunch, anywhere they wanted.

‘Yaaaahy!’, they chorused, jumping up and down. ‘McDonald’s!’. I was cornered. Never say something to your grandkids and then back out. So off we went to experience the delights of the McDonald’s ‘dining experience’.

Things got off to a great start, with a twenty-five minute wait to get in. There was no one there to take our order. You have to line up again and make your choice from items displayed on a big electronic board, and put in your table number for them to deliver.
Your ‘meal’ duly arrives, looking something like how I imagine prison rations might appear. No knives or forks; you eat with your fingers. Tomato ketchup in little plastic containers, drinks in paper cups or drunk straight from the bottle.

The kids had burgers and ‘fries’. The order board had shown a picture of a chunky burger in a fat bun, with a thick slice of fresh tomato and crispy lettuce. What arrived were flabby, messy concoctions smothered in some sort of goo, with a nasty looking ‘cheese’ slice that bore a distinct resemblance to piece of half-melted plastic. The disparity between the image and the reality was indeed startling. All in boxes with the logo ‘McDonald’s’ emblazoned on the side, lest we forget.

All the time you’re surrounded by fat cunts and their whinging offspring, and unruly bunches of schoolkids acting up. Miserable spotty-faced teenagers in their McD’s prison-like garb slouch about despondently, shifting piles of discarded rubbish from tables and swabbing them down, and sweeping crap up from the floor. ‘Happy to help’ and ‘loving it’ are their mottos, I hear.

Later on I tried to find a McD’s site that I could go on to post my observations. What I did find was a copy of the McD’s ‘mission statement’. Get this, cunters;

‘Our mission is to make delicious, feel-good moments easy. This is how we uniquely feed and foster communities. We serve delicious food that people feel good about eating. We work hard to offer the speed, choice and personalisation our customers expect. We don’t just serve food, we serve moments of feel-good, all with the light-hearted, unpretentious, welcoming, dependable personality our consumers know and love’.

Fucking hell, I’ve heard some shithousing in my time but this takes the biscuit, and there’s plenty more of this ludicrous bombast if anyone can be arsed to look.

The reality is that McD’s is about junk food produced and served in a production line environment, all conforming to the lowest common denominator of ‘service’. It’s all about the sacrifice of care, quality and individuality to drab uniformity, speed, and the maximisation of profit.

Let’s take the knee and bow down to one of the gods of American corporatism. Amen to that.

Nominated by: Ron Knee

PayPal are cunts.

Tried to order a record from Discogs, and it was pay by PayPal only.

So, I put in my e-mail address and PayPal password. But PayPal refused to acknowledge my password. It was definitely correct and it was put in correctly, but they weren’t having it. Now the cunts give it the ‘You have logged in too many times’ bit.

Then there’s the ‘reset password’ thing, which involves all sorts of bollocks and nosey nonsense. So screw that.

If they can’t do one simple thing and acknowledge a genuine customer with an authentic password then they can fuck off. I have apologised to the Discogs seller and then told them that PayPal have fucked up and there is fuck all I can do about their cuntish incompetence.

No link, but I dare say there are scores of other complaints and misgivings online about those PayPal cunts.

Update:

Tried again three hours later. Again 100% correct password, but it now says ‘Some of your information doesn’t match”. Whatever that sodding means. PayPal are totally useless cunts.

Nominated by: Norman