Why is this seemingly universally regarded as one of Dickens’s, and literature in general’s, greatest works?
I remember reading it in secondary school and abandoned it less than halfway through.
The plot is boring and convoluted, the characters are poorly fleshed out and 90% of the time you have no idea what’s going on.
The title is certainly accurate in my opinion, as for me it’s one of the most boring books ever written.
Nominated by: General Tso’s Chiggun
This stupid cunt has just won a landmark court victory stating,
“Doctors failed to carry out a proper psychiatric assessment and should have challenged her more over her decision to transition to a male as a teenager”
So you’ve changed your mind have you, and want to be a woman after all?
Or did someone else make your mind up, or have you got a functioning mind at all, you vile freak of nature.
One thing about this “landmark” case though, thanks to this fuckwit admitting it was a psychological disorder, we can assume that all transgender sickos need psychiatric assessment.
Put them all in straitjackets, and throw them into a dungeon where they can’t interfere with the lives of sane people any more.
Nominated by: Duke of Cuntshire
and supported by Cuntstable Cuntbubble
I just saw this poor deluded child on the news. I felt sorry for her. The shrieking tranny supporters are trying to close down debate on the Tavistock clinic which is really an indoctrination centre for their preverted sense of entitlement. Never mind the mental issues, stuff the kids full of drugs.
To tut and mince at this judgement something called Sonja was wheeled out. Looked like an anorexic Les Dawson but not as bonny.
Trannies fucking disgust me. Not for what they see as a life style but for trying to close down all debate on their degenerate, unscientific, dangerous actions.
Went down soft brain memory lane today and thought I would watch the BBC programme “The Great Freeze 1963” which took place Nov ’62 – March ’63 so settled down in front of the telly with me last bottle of single malt vintage 1963.
Remembered The Freeze itself and programme well, a re-hash of the old Tonight footage fronted by bone dome comb-over BBC cunt Cliff Michelmore (long dead) with Kenneth Allsop (long dead) and Derek Hart (long dead) but alas no Alan Whicker (also long dead).
Pleasure to hear God’s own measurements – inches, feet, yards and miles, mph, real temperature in Fahrenheit – in God’s own language if a bit clipped, no froggie metric shite.
Then bugger me thought I must have a terminal brain tumour what with all the fake delamination, gate scratching and white snow jaggers going on – not to forget the occasional frame freeze. Count meself l ucky frozen Britain did not start boogying around like a speeded up Keystone Cops (look them up cunts) silent comedy.
Wazzup Bro? A new breed of woke video editors is fucking up our historic footage (they count the ‘60s as historic) at the BBC and at the various clip agencies that they draw from. They think that de yoot can only relate to the past (or our yesterdays) if it is first fucked over to create a never never land of FX. (FX in my book means Fake Effect)
Only surprise is that the BBC did not apply my least favourite technique, colorization to the original monochrome footage. Hitler would love it if he could see himself now. (Explanatory: The Fuhrer and his merry men are probably the most regularly colorized cunts on the internet).
http://fr.ancensored.com/files/images/vthumbs/e/26dcd71d770a86e4bed103b43f2bfd15_full.jpg
The old cunt couple that run Talking Pictures TV out of a shed in their back garden saw all this coming back in the ‘70s and bought up the rights to shed loads of B/W footage unwanted by distributors in the new dawn of colour. There was a time when the BBC and the BFI (British Film Institute) did the opposite of what now happens, sensitively and sometimes miraculously restoring archive footage including Victorian porn.
Howso Bro? Nowadays even the most basic image and home video editing software has tools to provide vintage film effects and colorization. You can do it online with Google or FaceBook or download software for free.
The results are all up there with brain drool cunts showing off their garish and flaky versions of The Somme or great uncle Tom getting topped for cowardice in 1916. They then email or FB the shite to each other. “Great pecker color uncle Hank.” “Really cool red ya got there for the horse entrails buddy.” “Jeez don’t that little Edwardian girl look just so sweet bending over in her pink bloomers. Great definition Billy Bawb – ya can go right in and in.”
It all started with versions of Final Cut and similar pro studio packages. If you need a tech wank go here: https://filmlook.com/
Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke
Tesco “No Naughtiness” TV Ad.
Well we all know that Tescos is really a fun palace don’t we? Their stores are full of happy, laughing shoppers and staff, just there for the great craic.
Ok, no it’s not. Tescos is a huge money making machine. Entirely humourless even by supermarket standards.
Shoppers are their to buy goods. And to check out asap.
So why pretend that they want to cheer up their customers? They say 2020 has been such a horrid year and now our favourite grocer wants to make us all
happy and to not feel guilty.
It wants us to indulge ourselves by buying luxury calorific foods to make us feel better. No matter that a large proportion of the Great British public have been doing little else but sitting at home ordering a record number of takeaways and consuming mega tons of rich food which they stuff their faces with.
Tescos. Don’t try to be funny it doesn’t suit you. Everyone knows you don’t give a toss about us and simply want us to turn up and spend money with you. Which we do.
You have had freedom to sell non-essential goods when all the smaller shops had to close. Boosting your profits even more. Ok so you make a gesture by returning the rate rebates you didn’t need. Or you jumped before you were pushed.
But just don’t pretend you are a caring, sharing, people-loving organisation. We know you screw your suppliers and farmers into the ground. We know you would like to dominate every sector of every market if you could. The Amazon of bricks and mortar.
The fake, enforced jollyness of your Christmas TV ad makes me as sick as if I’d swallowed 6 boxes of your premium minced pies. With your double cream.
Merry Christmas Tesco.
Nominated by: Lord Helpuss
What bollocks is this? Who are these cockney white folk? Saafenders more like. ‘It aint legal, Tiff!’ Bollocks.
‘Arr god tellz (sic) it is rrite.’ is more likely.
Where is the peaceful establishment of religion?
Where are the stabbings?
‘Ah’m not ‘ere to star’ a fight.’
Fack off you cunt. Wiv that accent, you belong in Ken’.
‘We arrre togetherrr my habibis’ would be more truthful.
Fuck the BBC.
Nominated by: Dark key cunt
