All those egg boxes and not a single egg between them.

The winning ‘art’ works have been announced.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-57699300

London fucking deserves this.

We have:

Antelope, a sculpture by Kambalu, restages a 1914 photograph of Baptist preacher and pan-Africanist John Chilembwe and European missionary John Chorley.
Chilembwe has his hat on, defying the colonial rule that forbade Africans from wearing hats in front of white people.

And:

Teresa Margolles’ work features casts of the faces of 850 trans people, most of whom are sex workers

(looks like an egg box to me, but what do I know?)

It appears people voted for this shit. (I wonder who?) What ever happened to actual art? This week alone we have had a statue of the Princess of Hearts which has been described as looking like Clare Balding with some jockeys. Now we have this woke shite taking the place of a cherry on some cream.

I vote for a statue of the blessed Bernard Manning who did more good and actually cheered people up rather than po faced garbage.

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

You burned that loaf, luv.

Do they exist? When I fulfilled the future Mrs. Polly´s dream and agreed to marry her it looked as if I was facing a lifetime of non-stop nymphomania combined with her darning my socks, agreeing slavishly with my opinions on everything from global warming to the quality of Hunter Biden´s “art” and the meaning of life.

BTW – and an important BTW – I didn´t actually propose to her. If you´ve read the H. G. Wells novel “The History of Mr Polly” – hence my nom name – you will see why I have become his clone. He was ambushed in a similar way and basically walked into the prison cell of his own making.

The future Mrs. P. had been harping on about matrimony for a while as she taught me – a native of Glasgow where most men would rather have a fish supper than face the sexual demands of our hatchet-faced women – things I had never imagined.

So that fateful, night after the second bottle of wine in a restaurant in the Italian-speaking region of Switzerland, where we were at the time, was the clincher. We went back to our hotel and had the most amazing session.

I still remember as it was the last time we had sex apart from the wedding night where I had to present the blooded sheets to her parents the following morning.

Nominated by the presumably now single – Mr Polly 

I just like Lethal Weapon 2.

My cunting is partly a personal one, not long after escaping back to Blighty, I was in the local town parked in the bays outside the local Court (those of you who know Pembrokeshire will know where I mean).

I was stood next to the car, when the traffic warden started hanging around, I said to her in my broad Rhodesian accent “my dear traffic warden, I’m legally parked so you can’t even give me a parking ticket”

I reference to Joss Ackland’s character off Lethal Weapon 2, she giggled and moved on realising I was having a laugh, then it dawned on me, she thought I was actually a “seff effrican”, she has obviously been fed that all white African’s are some sort of evil people who hate blacks, she probably sings along to Spitting Image’s song “I’ve never met a nice South African”.

This stereotype has followed me around like flies around a cows arse for years, I was called a Näzi once by a lefty shop keeper in town, and you know what I’m fucking sick of it, until you’ve lived in a country where whites are outnumbered 150 to 1, you don’t realise quite what it’s like

I don’t hate black people and if I did I wouldn’t have lasted very long after 1980 living in Rhodesia, I’m not South African, so stop lumping me in with them, you ignorant cunts!!!

Nominated by: Captain Quimson

She could be yours as long as your savings are less than £16,000.

Lazy,stupid, ugly Munters are Cunts.

https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1458971/Family-council-house-waiting-list-Chelmsley-Wood-West-Midlands

Here she is.typical of her type…. a brood of “on the spectrum” feral rat-brats, a “gimme,gimme,gimme” attitude,a “partner” with an ability to shoot his crack-addled spunk up the most revolting of slack meat-holes….and,of course, a demand that taxpayers foot the bill for her slovenly lifestyle.

Put the bitch, her benefit-sponging brood and her sperm-donor man
out on the street and demolish the house for fear that she overcomes her upset,moves back in and drops another whelp out of her slack clacker as she bolts to fill in the latest claim form.

Nominated by – Dick Foxchaser-Fiddler

The absolute worst cunts on the roads around my locality is the “grochel motorist”, a species only seen between Easter and Autumn,

They seem to enjoy a sort of “supremacy” of back roads with their poor driving skills and ignorant attitude,

The other day I reversed for one of these cunts for nearly 600 yards to a passing place to save the cunts the attempt of reversing 2 car lengths on a country lane near me, and you know what the cunt couldn’t even acknowledge me, just looked straight ahead, and scooted past like a pearly king,

Now I don’t know whether these cunts get their licenses from Lucky dips at the local post office or they must bribe the examiner to pass them, if you can’t reverse, stick to the main roads where you can travel unimpeded and think your some kind of fucking “god”,

Really I just wanted to drag said cunt out of his fucking Range Rover and kick him in the bollocks to ensure he doesn’t breed another generation of entitled cunts!!!

Learn to drive properly you do späzmô cunts!!!!

Nominated by: Captain Quimson