It’s a pity Time Team went the way it did as it was a diamond in a sea of shit, but why did we have to suffer the cuntishness of Harding with his: effected accent, his manky hair, those goat teeth, that scabby cowboy hat and his Village People shorts when all we watched Time Team for is to better understand our historical heritage, that and the down top shots of the young fillies. As soon as one of the bit players found something interesting good ol’ Phil could be relied on to trench hop, shame his grandsire didn’t display the same tendency at the Somme. Who does he think he is: Indiana fekin’ Jones? The grand high mugwump of Wessex university (where the fuck is Wessex?) was a cringe worthy Cunt of the first watter; a nowhere man from a nowhere land who, along with his hook nosed front man, should have been used as props in a re-enactment of the medieval punishment dished out to heretics. One faggot each, form a line on the left.
One of his better quotes:
“Oh arr, arr, arr, I TOLD YOU! Arr, a wall, arr, arr, arr. IN MY TRENCH! arr, tessera, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Beer?”
Phil Harding: you are a Cunt, good riddance.
Nominated by: King Cnut
