Glitter on cards

What cunt decided that spraying teeny little sparkly bits on Christmas and birthday cards was a good idea?

Mrs D is cursed with a December birthday and the other day received a card covered in red glitter. The bloody thing was opened on the kitchen table and, being aware of the evils of fucking glitter, has remained there ever since. OK so the fucking table is covered with little red shiny bits that we clean up every day with a damp cloth, but…

Why the fuck am I finding this shit on the bedroom floor?
Why is it on the sofa in the lounge?
Why is it on the bathroom mirror?

The fucking house is covered in glitter! All from one fucking card! It’s even on my face and clothes ffs!

Glitter is a cunt, and any cunt that sends cards with glitter on is a cunt and will be instantly removed from my Christmas card list, the sadistic cunt…

Nominated by Dioclese

Christmas advertisements

Christmas advertisements which have an overt “peaceful” presence – are they for fucking real!?!

Last night I had the misfortune of witnessing ABBC1’s Christmas advert for the first time. All very plausible except until you realise that the main protagonists are a swarthy “peaceful” looking cunt and his (no doubt genitally mutilated) daughter. The story/sentiment is bang on, the characters “right-on”, and in the process falling completely short of the reality – “peacefuls” do not celebrate Christmas.

Next up – Tesco’s “Turkey Every Way” advert. Please note the scene at 34 seconds in. Again pure reality – “peacefuls” do not celebrate Christmas.

Also extra cunting points for having one of those snowflake screechers ruining further the very shite Shakin’ Stevens “Merry Xmas Everyone” song in the de rigueur “breathy” voiced, acoustic rehash, which accompanies the ad.

Maybe the first verse of that song should also have been rewritten to truly reflect a modern, “peaceful” Britain…

Bombs exploding,
All around us.
Children dying,
And their Mum’s.
Tis the season,
To kill a few more people.
Alluah Akbar everyone!

My point is this, if we’re going to be properly inclusive of all faiths then why are there no Jewish, Hindu or Sikh characters/actors enjoying the celebrations along with our “peaceful” friends?

I honestly just don’t get why everyone from the meejah to politicians to ad campaigners are so hell bent on only ever promoting a positive image of our “peaceful” friends when – yet again – the reality is the complete opposite!

Cunts!

Nominated by Rebel without a Cunt!

Christmas Drinkers

Christmas Drinkers. You know the drinkers that are nowhere to be seen for 10 and a half months of the year then invade their local pubs and behave like they fucking own the place.

I have drawn up a list of rules for my local pub to try and make these supermarket plonk swilling cunts a bit of an idea how to behave in any of our fine drinking establishments.

RULE 1. – KNOW WHAT YOU ARE ORDERING BEFORE GOING TO THE BAR
We understand that you don’t know the entire list of items that a pub stocks, but for your convenience most pubs have little drinks menus on the tables and posters showing special offers. Other than that unless you are in a hipster haven, snowflake ridden gastropub the choices are reasonably simple. Lager, Cider, Bitter and Guinness with a range of standard spirits and mixers.
If the pub serves food which you have to order from the bar make a note of the table number that you are sat at. You only slow down service for other customers while you walk back to your table and find out. Also saying “I am sat over there” does not work in a busy establishment.
Guinness takes longer to serve as it has to settle so ordering it last will only annoy other customers and the bar staff. Same goes for coffee. If you want a fair trade double half caffeinated decaf latte made with soya milk. YOU SHOULD NOT BE IN A PUB!!!
Have your money ready. Don’t order a round of drinks and then start rummaging round in your bag, pockets or anything else. It just slows down service.

RULE 2 – MOVE AWAY FROM THE BAR AFTER BEING SERVED.
Once you have received and paid for your drinks move away from the bar. This allows other people to be served quicker and allows the pub to operate more efficiently.
There is nothing more infuriating than a group of middle class Christmas drinkers stood in a semi-circle blocking half the bar. This makes you a “BAR-SOLE” and just annoys the hell out of the staff and regular customers.
The bar is a fixed installation and will not be moving anywhere until the next major refurbishment, so you don’t need to be there all the time.

RULE 3 – YOU ARE NOT NEXT.
The bar staff do a pretty good job at remembering who arrived at the bar first and try to serve in that order, however mistakes are made.
Banging your change on the bar, Waving a note, clicking your fingers or whistling is not going to earn you any brownie points. If anything, it will put you further down the queue.
If you notice a bloke getting served before you without even apparently ordering a drink this is “Chris” He is in here 5 days a week, 51 weeks a year. (1 week away in Ingoldmells at his mate’s caravan) Chris is the type of customer who keep this place open. He pays the bills. There are lot’s of people like Chris who although at times annoy people, ensure that this business remains operational.
Pretty girls will get served quicker. Nothing we can do about that. It’s just the way of Western society.

RULE 4 – PHONES IN THE PUB
Pubs appreciate that the background music is not to everyone’s taste, but it has been selected by the guys at head office to cater to the majority of people and reflects the time of day and the ambience that the pub is trying to achieve. Playing your latest Spotify playlist through the crappy speakers on your IPhone is just going to wind up the whole pub. If you want to do that stay at home and continue to buy your beer in Tesco.
Walking backwards and forwards in the pub with your phone on hands-free is also likely to cause someone to want to drop your shiny new smart phone into the nearest pint. We get it. You have a phone. It’s not the 1980’s. Everyone has one. Keep your phone conversations private and preferably in the next town.
When at the bar ordering drinks. Put your phone away. The bar staff deserve your full attention and will move onto the next customer if you are chatting or texting away on your phone. Facebook is not going to crash if you are away for 5 minutes.
We do not charge phones behind the bar!!! – This is not a phone shop. If your phone runs out of charge, Tough crap.

RULE 5 – BUYING STAFF DRINKS
Pubs do not have any objections with customers purchasing drinks for staff members. After all it is the season of goodwill, but please remember that they cannot drink them until after their shift is over and that they may choose to save them up until they have a night out.
Do not think though that it will get you served any quicker and that you deserve special treatment just because you have bought a drink for the staff.
Asking the staff if they want a drink will not get you a date. “Would you like a cheeky shot Darlin” or “what time do you get off?” is not romantic. It is creepy. Same goes for passing numbers written on a napkin/beer mat.

RULE 6 – PACE YOURSELF
Christmas drinkers are not equipped to handle a decent session. If you come out from the office at 4.00 pm on your party and start on the shots you will not last the evening. It is a marathon, not a sprint. Mixing drinks does not get you drunk faster either. It is down to the amount of booze in your system vs the amount your body can metabolise.
Throwing up before 9.00 pm is not acceptable and quite frankly embarrassing. Trust us guys it is not a good look.
The pub accepts no responsibility for ruined clothing, unplanned pregnancies, shagging the boss or hangovers from hell.

RULE 7 – CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS
Pubs buy Christmas decorations designed to last for several years not from the local pound shop and therefore it is unacceptable to take down the garlands and tinsel to use for your own personal fun and to accessorise your outfit.
Tinsel does not look good in your little black dress. If anything it makes you look like a slapper. This is not TOWIE or Geordie shore.

RULE 8 – DJ’s AND ENTERTAINMENT
The DJ’s employed here are not your personal jukebox. We hire them to provide a balanced mix of popular music and to enhance the evening for the whole venue.
Do not shove a phone into the DJ’s face shouting play this. It is just rude. If the DJ is taking requests simply ask nicely.
The DJ does not have a jack socket for you to plug in your phone to play a clip from youtube that you find funny. The DJ also does not have access to the internet as the laptop processing power is needed to ensure smooth audio playback.
If you make a request do not expect it to be on next. It is bad form to expect the DJ to change the entire genre of music just because you want to hear “Despacito” Also do not try the old line “Can you play it next because I am leaving” The DJ’s job is to keep you in the venue.
The DJ’s decision is final. If they think the song is inappropriate for the night or time they have the right to tell you to “F**K OFF” Another classic line is “If you play this everyone will dance” The DJ won’t and neither will the bar staff, so that’s your theory blown out of the water.
“Play something good” is not a request.
No, you cannot have a go and unless it is a karaoke, you cannot use the microphone.
The DJ is also not a coat, bag or shopping storage facility. Keep your own shit with you.

Nominated by Lickety Clit

Christmas adverts on TV

Christmas adverts on TV. Simply cannot cope with them. Non stop.

The usual suspects.

Shit plastic toys, all from as little as £59.99 (batteries not included). In order to appeal to everyone, the kids in the adverts must include a white, black and Asian model. No peacefuls yet but only a matter of time.
French nonsense perfumes/aftershave ads (all with accompanying stupid French accent and models depicting the perception of the high life).
Budget sofas (what is it obout the obsession with cheap fucking sofas and bank holidays), if you order now delivery guaranteed before Christmas, plus interest free credit and nothing to pay for 6 months.
Supermarket adverts with everyone grinning like imbeciles and wearing stupid hats.
Argos shitfest (whoever buys any of their stuff in Argos)?
Cadbury’s (total cunts for completely destroying many years of UK chocolate tradition and turning it into “new improved recipe” US fun sized different shaped crap but at same price) Milk Tray
The “highlight” being the rather predictable pathetic overhyped and usually disappointing John Lewis Christmas offering.

Have probably missed a few these are the ones that piss me off the most.

Have never understood why advertisers feel that any adverts on tv at Christmas (or any other time come to think of it) seriously influence the watching audience, Can honestly say than in my 58 years on this planet I have never once been tempted to purchase any products advertised on the tv. Figures will probably prove me wrong and that many gullible twats who are taken in by commercial will think of nothing better than to buy loads of stuff on credit that they do not need. I feel Christmas adverts as nothing more than a major irritant and deserve to be cunted.

Nominated by Willie Stroker

What about that fucking Park advert, eh? Save now for Christmas 2018. 2018 FFS! It’s November 2017 and we haven’t even had this years retail fest yet.

Park are cunts. And don’t get me started on fucking Black Friday.

Black Friday’? Isn’t that racist?

Nominated by Dioclese

I know this comes up every year but for fucks sake. Christmas adverts, There has been a definate upping of the pace this week and it’s only fucking early November just fuck off with your cliche’d ‘perfect Christmas’. It just can’t live up to the hype, it’s bound to be an anti-climax especially after they’ve been banging on about it for nearly 2 fuckin munfs. Do something useful in Parliament, Introduce a new law , no Christmas adverts before December 1st

Nominated by Richard1

Christmas (4)

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What the hell happened to Christmas?

Once upon a time, it was the time of year, where the kids would come home from school, with pictures painted in, glitter, and nativity scenes made out of cornflake boxes, bog roll holders and lots of cotton wool and more glitter, oh the little darlings loved the glitter, of the baby Jesus in a manger, with Mary, Joseph, three kings, some shepherds, a few farm animals and a star.
There was excited talk of Father Christmas, not sodding Santa, coming and a list would follow, usually with the favourite doll or toy car headlining the list.

On Christmas morning, excited faces of children and adults would tear open the presents, like hyenas at a fresh kill, and be soooo pleased and grateful for the presents that Father Christmas, not sodding Santa, had bestowed upon them.

Dad got hankys or a scarf.
Mum got a hat and gloves.
The kids got one ‘big’ toy each and other toys to be shared between them, mainly a compendium of games, colouring books and pencils.
The dog, a bone, a real bone and letters of thanks, duly written.

Fast forward to now……
It’s all about what presents you going to get, the latest fucking TV, iPad, iPod, iPhone. The latest top of the bollocks fashion, “I want some ugg boots” Fuck off, no you don’t, you’re fucking five!
“Yeah, but My mate, Chelsea Von Richfuck, is getting an 60 quid Ted Baker bag……for school”. Fucking good for her!

God forbid you buy one present( a good one, mind) “One present? Where’s the fucking rest, surely this is me socking filler?”
AND, have you seen the size of stockings these days, what happened to dads old sock, with your orange, some nuts, chocolate and, in my case, a pair of socks in it.
Now you can get a fucking small car in the size of some of them!

If the tree isn’t groaning under the weight of presents that are getting warmer and warmer under the fairy lights, spilling over the front room, so you can’t see the carpet (or the dog!) bar a bit near the door, it’s a crap Christmas and it’s not fair and forget about sending a text of thanks, why would they do that, the gift wasn’t what they wanted after all!

It’s all commercial consumerism now……spend, spend, fucking cunting spend.
It doesn’t matter anymore if you can’t afford it, just stick it on the plastic.

I’m no Scrooge by any means, and I used to love Christmas, but thanks to the
“I want, I want, I want, you’d better get it, or else” modern society we live in today, it’s totally took the fucking sparkle out of the true meaning of Christmas and now I fucking hate it……..Cunts!

I must be getting old…

Baa Fucking Humbug!

Nominated by: Cuntybollocks