
The body that deals with luvvies, acting and all that shite are pushing for more ‘GRT’ types (another woke acronym to learn until they change it again in a year or two) in film and on stage. ‘Pikies’ or ‘gypoes’ as the nasty people call them (not me, of course).
I can hear the cries from the costume department now. “Where have all the jackets gone? And why is there a van outside on the street selling jackets out of the back of it, that look just like the ones we can’t find?’
“Ah darn naaah anathin’ yee nar. Ar yee saain’ racialism argains maaa people? I can have yee reported (phone rings)….whas that Seamus? I can get yer some lead by the morn. Deez portacabins have loads of it an dey roofs thar narse. Nar maar jackets sorry, but thars got plenty of shoes. Yee can shift em can yee? Right, I’ll sort that oirt for yee…sorry yeez wor seeyin?”
Or a BBC announcement one evening, “Due to the theft of all of our cameras, tonight’s programs will be available in audio format only…oh wait..get off my microphone..don’t unplug the speakers…Deeeey needs a fixin’ madam,…Oi! leave those cables alo…(white noise on screen).
To be honest, it could be fun. Put 50 of them on set with Benedick Cumbercunt.
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-northern-ireland-55419654
Nominated by: Cuntybollocks



