is a cunt.

Congratulations to this young feller who’s just beaten all his competitors to win Fashion Awards Model Of The Year 2024. In a ceremony at the Royal Albert Hall, this young alphabet boy said, “No matter what anybody says around you, you are that bitch, and you will be that bitch, and you will be as successful as you want to be as long as you follow that.”

Oddly, he was wearing a dress, a Union Jack dress, so perhaps he was pretending to be a woman.

Well done to this gender-confused, young dude for having the courage to be able to walk down a catwalk better than his female colleagues.

What a load of bollocks – and I’m not talking about what this pervert tucks past his gooch every day when he plays hide the dinosaur.

He needn’t put a pair of knickers on his head to pretend he’s a cunt.

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Nominated by Captain Magnanimous.

Are you avin a larf?

‘The BBC will not ‘tolerate behaviour that falls below the standards we expect’

Or so say BBC bosses. Apparently without irony.
This refers to the latest shit show where the behaviour of the ‘talent’ has been ignored and covered up for years. ( that odious little cunt Wallace.)

How many times can this fucking bloated, taxpayer funded shower of time – serving, overstaffed cunts get away with it?
It’s time Savile House was made to fund itself.

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Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble.

Deck your balls with bales of holly, for this is the season to have another pop at that raddled, mutton dressed as lamb screeching trollop Carol Vorderman, She might have been Richard Whitely’s Xmas cracker 40 odd years ago, but these days the queen of daytime TV is just a cheap tramp flogging dubious “home equity” scams between the funeral ad, with the coffin in a sidecar, and bog roll dog.

But Carol is a woman, and therefore, inevitably, a victim. All the sisters are victims these days, and while she might not have been a victim of Gregg Wallace, that naughty, naughty man, she was the victim of somebody and because the would-be shrinking violet complaimed about him, she was sacked from an un-named TV.

Or was she?. The self-obsessed, hey-look-at-me old tart needs to stay relevant so such an intangible story MIGHT be true. Equally it might just be a figment of her imagination. Just like Mrs. Draper missing Derek, I dare say she still pines over Richard Whitely, and suffers night starvation as a result.

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Nominated by W C Boggs.

MONSTROUS REGIMENT informatic: Term originates from letters written by Protestant Reformer John Knox circa 1588 railing against the domination in Scotland by Scottish Queens (alas not the LGBTQ+- variety). Now taken to describe the ever deeper penetration of matters feminist into society. AKA the Gender Equality Movement as spearheaded by the 50-50 Project at the BBC and rapidly spreading across the broadcast media in the UK and world wide. Cloned by Sky News with the magnificently named Political Correspondent Amanda Ake-arse. It’s the thing to do innit.

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Results of the link below? Instead of the once customary tall male Oxbridge cunts in skinny suits fronting live outside broadcasts while the Rooskie shite is raining down in Ukraine or Storm Darragh is tearing away the seafront in Bognor we now get legions of posh tottie at it. Very well paid posh tottie no doubt. Common theme bottle blond hair (but with the dark roots left undyed to demonstrate that the intrepid fem is not of a certain age with greyed out hair) and those stuck on eyebrow caterpillars that seem de-rigour my dahlings.

All very well, gotta go with the flow, no profit in standing as an old Canute Cunt against the tide of history etcetera etcetera but bugger me there are vast numbers of these fillies at it. Usual overkill. How many daughters can a BBC Exec have? Cynics Theory dictates that there are so many of these fillies on the payroll to cover for the old monthly indisposition. On that theme the Regiment seem perfectly happy when they can flatly deliver their prepared scripts (we all know they have memories like elephants) but rather less good at putting dodgy cunts of any spectrum to the question. My observation anyway. Am I alone in wishing that during the endless repetition of the same unanswered question Emily or Kirsty get their tits out instead? Perhaps I am. Pass me my Tianeptine dahling.

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Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke.

Keen to cement his position as the most popular British Prime Minister ever (Copyright The Daily Mirror), here comes Sir Rodney Starmfuhrer with his
PLAN FOR CHANGE.

Delivered against a backdrop of a poundshop Nuremberg Rally and looking like he’s badly in need of a laxative, the Dear Leader tells us he has 6 millstones, 5 emissions and 3 foundations. Which are linked. Or something.

So will this meaningless word salad turn things around for him?
I think we’ll be able to draw our own conclusions when Rodders appoints a Minister for Deckchair Rearrangement. Maybe a job for the brilliant Economist when she gets the sack.

Plan for Change?

Sack of Shit more like.

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Nominated by Geordie Twatt.