Luvvies please stand in front of your makeup mirrors – the ones with the lights all round them – to cheer that hoity-toity-upper-class-twit-of-the-year- pansy , your fellow thespian, Hugh Mavis Grant

Hughie-duckie obviously has designs to follow fellow nancy Eddie Izzard into the oh-so-super world of politics, by sharing his thoughts, such as they are, on the Coronavirus epidemic. I agree not every action the government has taken would have been what I would have suggested, but they are there to govern. Grant is merely there to prove what an arsehole he is.

He might be a minimally talented actor laddie, but I am sure his fellow nob-polishers will assure him “darling, you were wonderful” (years ago perhaps). Now he just looks like Kweer Charmer’s slightly raddled sister.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

apologies to our esteemed contributors for the technical error which was temporarily missed due to a fine Sunday dinner with five bottles of red. Thanks must go to the rightly esteemed honourable member, SIR D.Fiddler, for pointing out this atrocious lapse in administerial duty. The sixth bottle shall be toasted to your wonderful hounds good sir.

Please carry on Cunting, good sirs.

A nomination for some BBC Three piece of degeneracy called Glow Up.

More like throw-up..

It’s sad that old people are paying for this shite, and not even aware it exists (apart from the trailer on the main channels).

More flapping, mincing, and shrieking from our national broadcaster.

If BBC Three isn’t putting Stacey Dooley on a plane, or asking rhetorical questions about the ‘urban yoot’, it’s making scream-athons featuring the alphabet soup, and promoting non-binary demi-kin weirdness to kids who will end up convinced they need blue hair, a nose stud and a pseudopenis, or to tuck the old chap between their legs, shriek and flounce with a yellow-and-green feather headdress and peacock pattern facepaint, botox in their lips and a theatrical agent’s cock in their arse while ‘Goodbye Horses’ plays in the background.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

A show and tell ‘look what I’ve got’ cunting for the obscenely rich who flaunt their wealth on cuntstagram and then seem astonished and bewildered when some cunts rob them at knifepoint.

Recent example Dele Alli.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t be able to buy nice things if you have worked for it and have the money. But you must be a bit of a mug these days if you advertise the fact you have a £150,000 watch on social media for all to see.

Would you walk around the seedier parts of town with a wad of £50 notes hanging out of your back pocket?

I believe that Kuntye and and Kim Kuntdashian have suffered a similar fate in the past from flaunting their possessions on social media.

As an aside I seem to remember a few years ago that thieves planned to rob Dolph Lundgren’s house in Spain and then realised it was Ivan Drago’s house and got the fuck out of there faster than B&WC’s tongue would go up Sophie Turner’s bumhole. ?

Nominated by Harold Steptoe

Order, Order! – a mumsnet cunting please for this Labour M.P., the Joan of Arc of Parliament.

Creasy has always made quite a thing that she is a mum, and also a VERY IMPORTANT lady, with a VERY IMPORTANT job, and she has some VERY IMPORTANT things to do (yes, she’s important)

Creasy was miffed today when Jacob Rees-Mogg announced MPs would have to return to Parliament in June.

This doesn’t suit Creasy (did I say she was a mum?). “What are we to do?” she asked – “careers” with “child-minding responsibilities”..

Glamorous mum Creasy didn’t leave it there though. Between the SMA and the shitty nappy she came up with a really envious Labour bon mot “I know he is not fond of the nanny state, but not all of us have nannies”. Oh, well played, Mother Creasy.

If this mouthy cunt finds the duel job of being an M.P. and a mum, perhaps she should consider her position, call a by-election and shut the fuck up. What a gold plated arsewipe.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs