This greedy grasping old bag is the daughter of Captain Tom Moore, who, at 100 years of age at the height of the Covid pandemic walked round his garden many many times – an otiose occupation, but a well-meaning gesture which raised millions of pounds for charity.

After his feat he “wrote” or at least dictated a memoir which sold so well, his “charity” (Hannah) amassed £1.5 million pounds for “good causes”, which mainly consisted of refurbishing her back garden. Pausing only to wonder how much I would get if I published my memoirs – a story of my Navy days, being a pornographer and the manager of The Steaming Pussycat Strip Club, Soho, and now a retired dirty old man of many years standing (and crouching, looking through keyholes) – it ought to get at least a £1m before it was pulped.

But back to Mrs Ingram-Moore (I bet the Moore was just tacked on when the charity started). Her and her equally greedy husband have been banned from being charity directors for 8 and 10 years respectively – I assume that is the extent of the “punishment”?. It seems to me this pair could be guilty of fraud, or uttering a forged document or taking a pecuniary advantage. They certainly have no sense of shame or embarrassment, since they are appealing (not to me they aren’t). What a pair of bounders. Oven, Uncle Terry?

Daily Express.

Nominated by : W. C. Boggs

It appears that the BBC have been harbouring yet another sexual deviant.

Step forward Gregg Wallace.

Allegedly this Hebrew cunt has been kicked off the programme Master Chef for inappropriate sexual behaviour which apparently has been going on for years.

I have never liked him and I can’t understand why he is involved in Master Chef.

He is a fruit and veg salesman and seemingly not very good at it.
His company went bust, owing creditors half a million quid.

His catering career was being the director of a few restaurants.
They went bust as well.
Owing about £150.000.

In fact, his only dealings with catering staff seems to be marrying them.
He is on his forth wife at the moment.

He boasts that he was a football hooligan in the Millwall gang.
I very much doubt it. He is just trying to be a ‘hard man’.
Nobody makes a confession like that unless they want some sort of recognition.

Besides Master Chef, which I have never seen, he also did programmes where he would visit factories and follow the manufacturing process.

It was in these programmes where he demonstrated what an immature cunt he is.
Always shouting, and he has the annoying habit of echoing the answers he gets to his own questions.

“So how many pork pies do you make here every year?”

70 million.

“70 million?”

Yes.

“So you make 70 million pork pies here every year?”

Yes.

“WHOOOOOOOOOOOAHHHH”.

An absolute cunt and a disgrace.
And fuck me side wards, he also has an MBE.

wiki

Nominated by the Artful Cunter.

More money than sense!

According to Justin Sun, proud new owner of 35p worth of banana and duct tape, a snip at £4.9m

“the piece represents a cultural phenomenon that bridges the world’s of art, memes and the cryptocurrency community.”

FecesBook.

Eh? Okay, if you say so.

Whilst you’re in the market for objects d’art, Mr. Sun, can I interest you in a marvelous installation that you would probably describe as” representing the portal by which all humanity enters and exits this world? ”

I describe it as London Bridge!

Nominated by : Jeezum Priest

Dr Erin Pritchard is a midget and a very angry midget at that. So much so that the senior lecturer on Disability Studies at Liverpool Hope University started a petition to get the name of The Midget pub in Abingdon, Oxfordshire changed because it was offensive.

“I have dw@rfism and like the majority of people with dw@rfism I find the word offensive. I doubt anyone would tolerate a pub with a name containing an equally derogatory slur against another group of disabled people or an ethnic minority” whined Dr Pritchard.

Just one small problem Erin, the name ‘The Midget’ isn’t referencing dw@rfs or midgets, hobbits or leprechauns, its in honour of a former land speed world record car produced by MG. There is a picture of the car outside the pub and the decor is car themed. In fact it used to be called The Magic Midget which was an even more brilliant quirky pub name.

Owners Greene King of course caved in to the online mob of offence seeking whackos and bedwetters, a lot of whom I’m guessing are not even from the supposedly offended midget community. After thinking ‘long and hard’ they changed the name to The Roaring Raindrop another record breaking car manufactured in the town. They banned half pints and took Tiny Dancer off the jukebox too, Friday night dw@rf tossing has obviously gone as well.

A counter-petition has been launched with 2,600 signatories to change the pub back to the original name but I feel they will come up short. Well done Dr Pritchard, what’s next? The Fox and Hounds? The Saracens Head?

Cunt!

BBC News.

Nominated by : Liberal Liquidator

In this age of the ever rising pinnacle of technological achievements, from self-driving cars, cancer seeking nanobots, telescopes that can peer into the very edge of the cosmos, why oh why are the laws of the Universe such a cunt that scientists can’t invent a time machine and make me 16 again so I can benefit from the kindliness of these lovely young ladies who have been banned from Australia and are to be deported from Fiji because of their mission to lay scores of barely legal teenage lads?

If Australia doesn’t want to put them up, I’ve got a spare room that I’ll gladly lend out to them, if they’re willing to slightly bend the rules on their target age bracket (I’m sure with a baseball cap, some trousers round me knees, and some painted on acne they’ll hardly notice the unwanted additional thirty years).

New York Post.

Nominated by : Balsamic Dave