40 years ago I could go to my local pub, decide whether I wanted to go into the “posh” lounge or the cheap & cheerful bar. There would be no loud blaring music, no pub-grub, no TVs and their satellite TV stations, no kids, no wimminz breastfeeding in front of all and sundry; a friendly staff behind the bar, good choice of traditional beers…. and generally a good, relatively inexpensive night!

These days it will really is a joke – the old traditional pubs are long gone, either closed down due to lack of business, or converted into trendy gastro pubs. You walk into a pub these days and its like been at an amusement arcade combined with a disco – blaring music, shite food, screaming fucking kids running around all over the fucking place; expensive watered-down beer, hipsters fondling their beard and wimminz drinking pints of lager!

There’s no more bar/lounge either; just one big room full of cunts shouting and screaming over the noise of the music from the jukebox, or from the TV commentary of a football game.

And going to the pub with your mates and buying a round often involves taking out a bank loan to pay for it all. (That’s assuming you can attract the attention of the feisty tuppance-licker behind the bar)

I sometimes feel trying to negotiate climbing Mount Everest a far more enjoyable experience than an evening spent in a boozer these days.

Nominated by: Technocunt

I had cause to ring a builder’s merchant today to order a couple of dumpy bags of sub-base.

The lad on the other end of the phone introduced himself as “Kevin”, asked me if I had an account and when I said “No”, he muttered something that I didn’t catch, said that he’d ring me back and put the phone down on me.

I did some more paperwork for an hour or so and gradually built up a head of steam as I waited for him to call back.

Eventually I rang them and got ” Kevin” again…told him that I’d rung earlier and he had said that he’d ring me back…he very curtly said “Sorry about that, what did you want?”…I then ordered all make and manner of goodies and listened as he typed in and gave me the price of my various purchases….

By the time I’d finished I could have built a row of Barratt-boxes with the goods that I apparently wanted. He then asked me for a delivery address….

”Stick the fucking lot up yer arse, ya ill-mannered Cunt” I cheerfully replied as I put the phone down on him…..

Fuck me, I hadn’t been sat more than a minute until the phone rang and it was “Kevin” calling me worse than a Cunt!…must have rung that last number thing.

We then spent 5 minutes exchanging witty banter until he told me that he was going to find out who I was and where I lived from his “pal” who could get an address from a land-line phone number…..told the cheeky Cunt not to bother his pal and gave him my name and directions to my (vast) front-door.

If I stop posting in the next couple of days, Cunters….assume that I’ve been Jimmy Hoffad by an irate bath-sealant warrior.

Nominated by: Dick Foxchaser-Fiddler

A nomination for Dominos Pizza. their latest advert has group of ‘people of colour’ yodelling to each other pizza orders with some random old lady looking bemused at the sound of these cunts, probably more used to loud rap init bruv.

Yet another advert filled with colour and token white with no contribution whatsoever, when is this shit going to end or will we only have historical all white adverts.
The woke virtue signalling at its finest!

Dominos are cunts but are just one of many shit adverts on TV.

https://youtu.be/ZkL07bNUjts

Yodelling for a Pizza

Nominated by: Sick of It

Debating is dead. Thanks to social media it’s now a giant echo chamber of groups vs groups.

“I like Trump” “You nazi fire him!” “Typical leftist snowflake”
“Why should we kneel?” “Because BLM!” “Well obviously but that didn’t happen here” “racist!!!!”
“We should tear down these racist statues” “but it’s part of our history” “racist” “leftie cuck”

Even politicians do shit like this these days. As much as I wasn’t a fan of either can you imagine Thatcher and Kinnock acting like this?

Nobody can fucking argue their points without reverting to the big book of generic insults these days. If someone says something you don’t agree with use facts and argue back don’t dismiss them like you’re in primary school.

Nominated by: LazyBiscuits

Macron and Johnson at the G7

Wot a pair of cunts. Johnson shambling away in the limelight as the host but blowing every opportunity to shine. Unable to put a coherent sentence together as he fuffs, stammers and pahshaws during his keynote welcome spiel to save the world.

Then it’s social distancing photo op time with the POTUS all thumbs up and knuckles up as he poses with Biden. trying to scratch his arse, ruff up his barnet and button up his baggy suit. Meanwhile Biden is the genial picture of tall well groomed, Brooks Brothers suited cool.

That photo of all the leaders together rammed home what a shortarse cunt Johnson is. Even Macron in his built up shoes is taller.

As for Macron,, the little froggy fucker poser, Biden is covered in his slime and other bodily fluids ever since landing. Macron can’t stop goat fucking the POTUS.in his role as “America’s oldest Allie”. Who was that shepherding all the EU into a symbolic group ready to turn their backs on Johnson? Macron again.

All that none-sense stopped as soon as HM appeared and put in a class act and instantly became the centre of attraction. Macarony started capering around her partnered by the POTUS like moths around a lantern

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

Macron Grandstanding G7

And on the subject of Macron, here’s this from Vernon Fox

Little Emmanuel napoleon gets a well deserved slap.

While on minceabout today with the less than yummy Mummy (Where’s Boris Karloff when you need him?) the teeny tiny Gallic granny grabber and UK hating snakeflake got a good hard slap across the face from a Man in the crowd who shouted “down with Macronia”!

Pwincess looked suitably shocked, outraged and – like all Frenchmen – ran a mile like a sobbing little bitch as his assailant was mobbed by security, but it was just a little reminder of how much the ordinary French people hate this islam licking appeasing rat.

The MSM are, of course, resolute in their condemnation as “Walter le softy” sits in his mansion quivering and sobbing with Mrs Skeletor dabbing rouge and powder on (“Not ze beautiful face – I beg you Monsieur”!) – but where were the same MSM when Jo “witless manatee” Brand condoned throwing battery acid at Nigel Farage?

Where were they when Farage had a milkshake thrown over him? – It might sound funny but what if that was some nutcase throwing corrosive or flammable material?
Vive Le Pen – and the fightback!

Macron in Punch Up