I would like to nominate Jamie Oliver for the umpteenth time. Yet again he is slavering shite about the childhood obesity problem, claiming it is now the cartoon characters on the boxes fault. I’m sorry, but when I was growing up I enjoyed a bowl of frosties as much as the next guy as well as the occasional treat of a takeaway, chocolate bar etc. and guess what I was never a fat child, I also was out burning off those excess calories playing for hours on end.
If all his other stunts haven’t worked, you’d think the message would sink through his thick, lispy cunted, fake cockney geezer skull that the kids that are obese would eat this stuff even if it came in the plainest of boxes. That they get takeaways almost every night and have snowflake parents too scared to let them outside to play, so would rather park them in front of a computer.
This is the real problem. Activity is not encouraged, but would involve the government actively doing something to help and smug cunts like Oliver not getting another 5 minutes of the limelight. CUNT!
Nominated by McCunterson
Jamie the mockney cockney – don’t believe it for a fucking cotton pickin’ minute. This posh fuck obviously overheard some local kids say “pukka” as he passed them in his mummy’s Range Rover some years back and tried to sell himself as some kind of everyman. His disgusting oversized wet lip makes me puke and his latest show, some “lets make simple food fast” actually makes a cunt of the very folk he tries to make out he feels for.
”Just grab some choritzo and dried seaweed from your fridge and add a bit of olive oil and Chinese fucking vinegar and puma’s scrotum and tarra !! delicious pretentious cunt food , ….you’re welcome”
C.U.N.T
Nominated by Squint Cuntwood
