Tom Parker Bowles must take a full cunting.

The stuck-up spawn of that old trout Camilla is,apparently,a restaurant critic,although what qualifies him to do this is a mystery as great as that twat Gregg Wallace commenting on other peoples cooking. I’ve just been shown an article where Bowles takes his inbred,indolent self to a Wetherspoons and slags the quality of the food.

What the fuck did he expect to get at Spoonies? Roast swan? Peacock? I’d have told the cunt to go and fuck himself with a fence post wrapped in barbed wire. ..

ps His mother is a worn-out old slapper too.

Nominated by: Dick Fiddler