
Seriously if you people keep nominating things like this I’m ending up on some sort of register for having to find images.
IsAC regulars will know that I make passing references to the dangers of travelling on buses. We’re all familiar with the nuisance that loonies, mobile phone cunts, phantom farters and the like can bring.
To this catalogue cunts, allow me to add nose pickers. Yesterday I was out for a walk when heavy rain forced me to take a bus back. I found myself seated opposite to a hoody-wearing scratter, who fumbled about with his mobile phone in his left hand, while indulging in an enthusiastic, nay, ruthless and prolonged assault on his nostrils with his other hand.
Now all of us indulge in the occasional bit of surreptitious hooter-rooting when no-one else is about, but bloody hell, this cunt could compete at Olympic level if the event was ever recognised.
I was utterly appalled, yet at the same time horribly fascinated, by the absolute dedication shown by this cockhead to his pastime, not to mention his utter lack of social awareness.
He appeared to have the whole process down to what can only be termed a fine art. A finger up the left nostril *root root* for a couple of minutes, then chew nail, presumably to savour the barbecue flavour of a bogey. Switch to other nostril and repeat, pausing occasionally to give the finger a sly wipe on the seat.
After about fifteen minutes of this, I happened to catch the eye of a woman in the next but one seat along, and from then on it became a struggle for both of us to avoid bursting out laughing at the activity of Concorde Nose.
It proved too much for me when our friend then inserted his little finger into his ear and started rummaging about there, before plucking out what I presume was a lump of wax. I just about lost it, and had to get off three stops early, rain or not.
Apparently nose picking can be a form of habitual, compulsive behaviour. There’s even a term for it; rhinotillexomania. Well this cockwomble’s an absolutely nailed-on rhinotillexomaniac, and no mistake. Pity that he can’t indulge in his nasty, obsessive compulsive behaviour in the privacy of his own home.
Oh and by the way, there is a shorter word for a rhinotillexomaniac. It’s ‘cunt’.
Nominated by – Ron Knee



