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NOW LET’S GET CUNTING!
Must see TV and other modish shite.
While flicking through the TV guide the other day there was a programme featuring someone called Harry Clark who is “one of the most recognisable faces on TV” after winning the BBC show The Traitors. I had never heard of Harry Clark or watched The Traitors, the BBC is as welcome in Chez Liberal as an unsolicited cock shot from Huw Edwards, but it got me thinking about the subject matter of this cunting.
Anything that has the critics wetting themselves I usually avoid like the plague. It saved me sitting though Broardchurch, mainly because David Tennant and Olivia Coleman are uber cunts, I have never seen Strictly, anything with Ant and Dec in it, Eurovision or The Great British Bake Off. The most recent Oscar winning film I watched was probably The Hurt Locker in 2009.
I have never been clubbing in Ibiza or been to Glastonbury pretending to know who Paul McCartney is. Never driven an EV or eaten an avocado. I don’t get K-pop or the Harry Styles hero-worship.I have never smoked a vape or taken pictures of my food to post on social media, which no, I have also never used. No Deliveroo for me either as I’m not funding the wages of some illegal dinghy rat or taken an Uber taxi driven by some fucking peasant from Shitholistan. And I certainly have never bent the knee to a foreign criminal, flown the flag of a terrorist state in the name of ‘solidarity’ or indulged the mentally ill by validating their endless pronouns and narcissism.
I don’t think I’ve been missing out myself.
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