A lightweight cunting for Lucy Worsley.
I am keen on history and will watch most programmes that inform and interest. Until, that is, I tried to watch a programme fronted by Lucy fucking Worsley.
What a simpering, childlike, preening cunt. The object of her presentation seems to be for her to dress up. Like an objectionable, precocious child. Showy and impossibly posh. A repulsive, pointless, twee cunt.
Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble
Currently smirking and donkey braying her way from chat show to chat show flogging her latest book. One of the ‘new look’ fucking presenters over acting to buggery. Her fashion style is 1950’s escapee from a children’s home.
But is it fuckable? Me pet vulture Gristle intimates that the filly may be into S&M and while as broadminded as any old English aristo and quite happy to let her paddle me arse whilst trussed up like a chicken (thus we won the Empire) I do draw the line at electric violet wands and that kind of malarkey. Me old heart donchaknow.
Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke