A bit of a random nomination, as per usual from me. But I was just watching some old YT music videos, including one from Foreigner (the band not some immicunt), which took me back.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lllwj_gkKpY&list=RDCLAK5uy_mfut9V_o1n9nVG_m5yZ3ztCif29AHUffI&index=20&ab_channel=RHINO

But what caught my eye in that vid was the old-school turntable, and it reminded me of the late 70s early 80s and the advent of music centres (consolidated cassette decks, radio and turntable in one unit) and good old hi-fi seperates (tuner, amp, deck, cassette deck, graphic equaliser and a pair of bins)

I used to buy “What HiFi” magazine back then, and checking out the best seperates, cartridges, cabling for my particular hi-fi. And even though it meant having to physically walk to the hi-fi in my bedroom to change tapes/LPs (no remote controls back then!), the overall sound quality was truly worth it.

Compare and contrast to today’s latest sound units. Yes, I know you can still get hi-fi seperates at premium prices, but by and large everything is MP3 and dumped on wank Smartphones and tablets. Yes, they have great portability but OMG the sound quality is utter shite!

Moreover, phones and tablets are souless at the best of times, and it doesn’t matter if you buy the most expensive earphones for these things, the sound is still shit!

I still have my old Hi-Fi, records, and cassette tapes, and more often than not I’ll listen to them than anything from my phone. Moerover, it was always a pleasure to take an LP out of its record sleeve (especially double-albums with gatefolds – aka Thin Lizzy, UFO, Asia, Rush), wipe any fingermarks and dust off with a lint-free cloth, place it on the turntable and watch the arm move across and the needle slowly lower itself onto the vinyl. And then I would tweak the amp and equaliser accordingly, and sit back and listen to those rich sounds bounce around the room.

Happy days, but the kids of today would find that too much like hard work. Better to listen to an MP3 on a pair of cheap plugs via a tacky phone from the likes of Spotify at some shite bit-rate.

Nominated by: Technocunt

Boris is having lots of problems at the moment with his old pal Cummings turning against him. Not long ago Cummings was the most despised, lying, two faced cunt in the world but now, according to the MSM, he is the fountain of truth and justice. What a transformation!!

However, I note that the Govester is backing the Jellyfish to the hilt and can’t get his tongue far enough up his arse.

If I were Boris i’d be shitting myself to have the slimeball Gove on my side. This cunt would sell his own mother to the A-rabs at a rock bottom price. I’m tempted to compare this piece of shit to Blair but I won’t go that far.

https://www.standard.co.uk/news/uk/michael-gove-boris-johnson-dominic-cummings-prime-minister-simon-case-b931816.html

Nominated by: Freddie the Frog

I’ve just seen an advert on Eurosport for that medical charity (‘text Javid’ or whatever, it’s the doctors without borders cunts).

Now, if people want to donate they should be free to do so, of course.

What got on my tits was the ‘text Javid to send £30’ bit. A bit steep innit bruv? And there was me thinking charities are glad of any donation? Not these cunts it seems.

£30? You’ll get what you’re given you cheeky cunts. Which is fuck all from a tight cunt like me by the way.

Fuck off.

https://donate.doctorswithoutborders.org/onetime.cfm?_ga=2.191684586.1136881811.1620360888-1089616893.1620360888

Nominated by: Cuntybollocks 

A whoops-duckie-I’ve dropped my lipstick cunting please for this “man” (allegedly) who is a make-up expert, and, along with the BBC, trying to lure young men into their camp world, with master (bation?) classes on the idiot’s lantern:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/bitesize/articles/zybtm39?xtor=CS8-1000-%5BDiscovery_Cards%5D-%5BMulti_Site%5D-%5BSL06%5D-%5BPS_BITESIZE~N~~P_MakeUpCareerAdvice%5D

What do they put in the water down at the BBC these days to encourage so many “hey-look-at-me!” nancy boys to crawl out of their closets?. Take a look at the pansy with green hair, for example – could he possibly be a married builder with three kids from Bermondsey? – no chance – he is just another little pansy from Islington or Manchester who stayed at school till he was 18, went straight to “uni” to study politics and gave up after three weeks because mummy wasn’t there to squeeze his toothpaste for him, and he damaged his nail varnish trying to do it himself.

No young man, other than a devout homosexual could want to enter this world of bumfuckery.

Just wait till Alan Carr is made Director General of the BBC – but God help this country if ever there were a need again for conscription – just imagine these sad cunts mincing into the Queens Own Regiment.

Nominated by: W.C. Boggs

Casa de Cunter is a modest house but I think that it is too big.

I have one bedroom that has been used for a few weeks in the last 20 years and another that has been vacant since the little Cunter flew the nest.

That also leaves me with a second, unused bathroom and a dining room that gets used only at Christmas.

Wasted space that Mrs Cunter has to clean when she can be bothered to get off her lazy, but shapely arse. I have found that when not sleeping we spend the vast majority of our time either in the kitchen or near the television in the lounge. I suspect that most people are the same.

I can’t understand the ambition to own a huge house or why some people are attracted to visit National Trust country homes. Is it to wander around the huge rooms stuffed with chairs that have never been sat on and tables that have never been eaten off?

These garish monstrosities have vast libraries of books that have never been read, hundreds of paintings that have never been admired and scores of windows that have never been looked out of.

And there are fucking hundreds of these houses all over Britain. Most of them have been inherited and the new owners can’t afford the upkeep. They cannot afford the small army of cleaners and gardeners required.

Instead of selling the fucking huge house and downsizing to a manageable place, the owners allow the National Trust to step in to maintain the place so that an ever decreasing number of sad dullards can shamble around the place gawping at the extravagance. They then live in part of the house free of charge.

I am all for preserving the history of the UK, but this history is already being preserved by people that can afford the upkeep and maintenance of their own homes.

Those that can’t afford to live where they are should sell up and fuck off.

Nominated by: The Artful Cunter