Can be cunts.
Being nosey like all women, the wife can’t resist peering over my shoulder when I’m at my laptop, just to see what I’m actually looking at. So she just caught me again, pouring over images of, er, Rachel Reeves. ‘Christ’ says she, ‘you’re weird, you’ (which is good, coming from the woman who gets hot under the collar watching that cunt Monty Don polishing his prize cucumber on ‘Gardener’s World’).
In all honesty however, I have to admit that she’s not wrong. The fact is, I hate Rachel Reeves the Labour politician and all she stands for, on top of which, she has to be the most useless Chancellor of the Exchequer of all time. The problem is that in spite of that, and in spite of the fact that she’s absolutely no looker, I find her as sexy as fuck; don’t ask me why, I just do. I reckon that he’s hotter than a navvy’s armpit.
It’s a strange attraction right enough, and I can’t explain it. I was seriously thinking of cunting myself for this perversion, but then I started to wonder whether such a taste was actually all that odd. For instance, my pal Big Al once owned up that he ‘wouldn’t say no’ to Nicola Sturgeon (yes, I know). Then there’s a very old female friend of mine who admitted (as we were on our third bottle of wine) that pug-ugly Geordie lad Jimmy Nail would be in luck if the chance ever presented itself. ‘Bloody hell, he’s really rough’ I said. ‘Yes’ she replied, licking her lips lasciviously; ‘really rough in an Armani suit’. Then there’s another old friend of mine who owned to fancying (get this) Gordon fucking Brown. ‘I want to be re-incarnated as his underpants’ she admitted, and she wasn’t joking; honestly, I kid you not.
So I’m wondering if I am indeed odd, or pretty much the same as everybody else. Are strange attractions a cunt? Come on cunters, what do you think, and who will you own up to having a weird hard-on for, under cover of the anonymity of IsAC? Tell your Uncle Ron all.
Nominated by Ron Knee.




