Category Archives: BBC

DAB Radio

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DAB radio is a fucking cunt. It was invented by cunts, pushed on the people by cunts, the radios it plays on are (battery-eating) cunts, all the DAB stations are cunts (most broadcast in mono), and you need an aerial 200 feet high to pick-up and listen to the fucking garbled 8-bit MP1 cunt shit – that sounds like a wax-roll recording of Thomas Edison singing “Mary had a little lamb” (the cunt).

The BBC are pushing DAB because it is a nest of filthy cunts wanting even higher licence fees to pay for putting up yet more DAB masts to broadcast shite to cunts (and of course, a lot of the ‘DAB mast money’ is being spent by BBC management cunts on champagne and rent boys). The British government is pushing DAB radio because it is mother-load of cunts in the universe, with no idea what it is doing (-just changing ‘stuff’ at random to fake progress and policies).

Dab radio fucking cunts – they are all fucking cunts.

Nominated by: Demigog

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The Doctor

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Dr Who – Time Travelling Tosser

Have always regarded Dr Who as a bucket of toss done on the cheap. Only excuse for it. Crap effects, crap actors, crap scripts, wobbly sets and invariably the same fucking gravel pit outside location.

Now with a mega budget spearheading the BBC’s ‘original drama’ output and swollowing up most of the licence payer’s hard earned that should be going to fund genuine ‘original drama’. Dr Who has slid up the jacksie of the BBC to be preened, petted and oiled in the camp corridors of power and emerged as an ironic, post modernist my darlings, bucket of toss.

Despite tottering into the age of CGI the ancient old cunt is still produced with crap effects, crap actors, crap scripts etc, etc, etc because that is the only way the campos at the BBC can do things. And avoiding endless plugs for the fucking programme is like trying to hide a pair of wank stained long johns at a vicarage. You can’t get away from ‘em.

Dr Who? Dr Cunt, that’s who.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

( …and you can even buy commemorative stamps FFS! Ed. )

Pudsey

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There’s fuck all worth watching on tellie tonight because Pudsey is back…

Now, I know you are going to think that anyone who says that a charity appeal that raises so much for needy cheeldren should be taken off the air just because it’s a load of purile, talentless shite is a fucking miserable bastard, but frankly I don’t give a shit! Because that’s exactly what it is.

As the late Captain Haddock so succinctly put it back in 2011 : “Pudsey .. the begging, one-eyed, parasite .. can fuck off.” Nicely put Cap’n!

Nominated by: Dioclese

John McCririck

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Absurdist ginger dyed gee-gees cunt commentator stands front of camera wearing crap pound shop bling doing the bookies Tic-Tac hand jive and tossing himself orf while he speaks. Dunno what the cunt is Prick-Wanking but the reply he gets back from the racing fraternity is always two fingers.

Bald cunt hence never seen without embarrassing titfer. Only possible advantage was he at least reduced screen time of fuck frightener Clare Balding. Now lost that battle so suggest he follows the old dyke mantra and go FUCK ORF AND DIE.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

Lucy Worsley

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Lisping “I’m all right peasants” posh pudenda Oxbridge mafia aging telly tart presenter of things historical and pop-sensational. Irritating cunt on the BBC gravy train.

Currently smirking and donkey braying her way from chat show to chat show flogging her latest book. One of the ‘new look’ fucking presenters over acting to buggery. Her fashion style is 1950’s escapee from a children’s home.

But is it fuckable? Me pet vulture Gristle intimates that the filly may be into S&M and while as broadminded as any old English aristo and quite happy to let her paddle me arse whilst trussed up like a chicken (thus we won the Empire) I do draw the line at electric violet wands and that kind of malarkey. Me old heart donchaknow.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke