I heard this mentioned on Mike Graham’s Plank of the Week show.
Their coat of arms features a ship and during a council meeting, one of the cuntcillors noticed the ship and raised the issue that it could possibly be a slave ship.
An investigation has now been launched over this potentially heinous image, a great use of public money.
Nominated by: mystic maven
Superstitious savages are cants…
Just in case you haven’t noticed, some strange metal monoliths have started appearing around the world in the strangest of places, a desert in Utah, a field in Belgium, even on a beach in the UK. This strange phenomenon has been meet with wonder, curiosity and interest. However when mentioning the strangest of places one has cropped up on a roundabout in DR Congo and true to form has been attacked by a furious mob citing among other theories, satanic evil origins, so they promptly trashed it in barbaric pitchfork and torches style?
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-56112310
Fuck off!
Nominated by: TheBestRevengeIsLivingWell
I just know that all ISACers will be touched by the success of this Gambian asylum seeker-turned cushion designer who only charges €80 to € 95 per cushion which he has sewn with his own artistic hands. That £70 to £82 which I´m sure you´ll agree is very reasonable.
The Financial Times recently featured him and gushed that “If joy could be sewn and stitched with ruffles” then it would be found in one of Paboy´s creations. These come in mixes such as “Raspberry pink with mango-tree-green ruffle” and “Pompeii red with sandy-yellow piping”. His latest design is a “gorgeous Yves Klein blue and navy-blue combination”.
The good news is that Paboy is in Italy and is unlikely to turn up in your street offering his cushions. After two years attempting to cross the desert and Mediterranean and sleeping rough in Libya, he got a permit to enter Italy. In Naples, he found a “dormant Singer machine and some vintage fabrics forgotten under a bed” which led him to found his business. No, they did not fall off the back of a lorry. He now plans to expand into bedding, tablecloths and duvets and employ fellow migrants.
Gambia´s loss is obviously Italy and Europe´s gain but as Gambia is now a functioning democracy maybe Paboy will let us down and just go back home.
http://www.ft.com/content/11a8dc07-87ca-467d-a6ba-4577a75e1fd8
Nominated by: Mr Polly
JAY & DOM’S HOME FIX:
A BBC Golden Radish nomination please for the most blatant example of daytime TV penny-pinching since the almost-daily cheap “News Reports”.
Dom is Chinea and Jay, of course is the now you see him, now you see him again dark key wide boy, the black Del Trotter, Blades and each weekday afternoon between 1545-1630 they do this:
https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m000scr6/jay-and-doms-home-fix-series-1-episode-1
It involves one of the cheap makovers or “repurposing” items with wood and bright coloured paint interspersed with “gems” from the archives – even today (February 17th) an excerpt from a 2003 episode of “Flog It”, which, though it ceased recording three or four years ago goes out nearly afternoon intact on BBC2. Oh, and Alan Tichmarsh from 2002. The newest item appeared to be a 2016 Money For Nothing.
Jay wears his intellectual black specs (no doubt acquired during his days as a “philosophy stoodent”) and Dom has a black shirt and an artisan beard and looks a bit like the late Michael Flanders.
There is cheao and there is shop-soiled with staiined packaging and a leaking tube, Jay and Dom belong in the 75% off bargain bucket in Poundland.
Nominated by W. C. Boggs
Lorry drivers are cunts,
i know that’s expansive but bear with me, i don’t mean the lost Polish lorry drivers going the wrong way around roundabouts or the fuckers that do the 52 mph overtake that takes 3 miles to complete on the motorway, or even the fuckers that jump a lane and then try to push into your lane with a fucking artic, or even the cunts that block a whole road so they can stop off at a Greggs, or even the cunts that drop 5 mile long diesel slicks on every corner and roundabout, or even the gobshite cunt lorry driver from another well know Cardiff company that delivers cladding who cant drive, cant park and likes to block the only thoroughfare in a small Cardiff estate before mouthing off at any fucker he holds up, good plan in a sign written truck cunt, or the mother fuckers who have to get to their park up point before their tachograph time runs out so they drive like the final lap at LeMans as it seems speeding, danger, points on their licence death and destruction are less of a worry than an infringement notice on their operators licence, i mean the fuckers who do all the above whilst dropping mud, flinging rocks, jumping traffic lights, hooning around Cardiff in their soil lorries, this is usually perpatrated by a well known soil company in Cardiff who has certain requirements before they can employ you, you have to be a cunt, drive like a cunt all day whilst being employed by cunts, probably drive an Audi in your private life where im sure your also actually a cunt.
So to the well known soil company in Cardiff, you are cunts fuck you….
Nominated by:Fuglyucker
(Nice nom but we can’t be arsed to throw in some paragraphs – DA)