ENTITLED HOLIDAYMAKERS:

A ever-so-Easy-Jet cunting, with full Ryanair service please for the jerks who fuck off to India or other far flung shitholes and then complain when there is a hitch:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-52292528

The BBC in full “You & Yours” (*) Mode loves these stories. We have some old cunt in this story who fucked off for two months to India and thinks the FCO is incompetent. Perhaps he is the incompetent one for choosing such a rat hole to take an extended holiday in – I wonder how many attacks of the shits you can get in 8 weeks?

On Monday evening the BBC TV London area Local news ran a story about some old hag who fucked off to Gambia for a “family wedding” and was bleating that she wanted to come home. It just happened this particular old tart had intervened during the LOndon riots and thought she was owed a favour.

Anyone who goes on holiday to hellholes at any time is an up-their-own arse fuckwit. To do so when they knew that there was a very serious virus abroad is an extra big fuckwit.

(* Y & Y – a weekday Wireless 4 series where the stupid, the gullible, the greedy or the just fucking unbelievable complain when their schemes go tits-up and they are looking for compensation)

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Tellyland in a Time of Pestilence

What did Sting sing? ‘I’ve lost my belief of the people on TV’. Same here. All the mystique has been stripped away. There they are all cooped up in their homes, not at some studio desk or outside some important building. No, at home their talking faces filling the whole screen – some looking rather dishevelled I’ve got to say. I am thinking Stig Abel the editor of the TLS no less; bearded, bleary-eyed, in an old shirt, Stig of the Dump more like. And Laura has lost her lustre somehow. She’s looking unkempt with her hair dank her clothes looking unironed. Everyone’s looking rough. People are becoming not bothered about their apperarance. When appearance was everything. Andrew Pearce who had a bad bout of C19 was looking particularly rough a few times. A little better last night. And they’re all (the commentators) getting a bit short with their answers/ responses too. I noticed. Mathew Parris (paper review Sky) gave short 30 second answers. You could tell he was irritable. Sick to death of the whole thing. Sick to death of the confinement, sick to death of the subject of Covid,. The poor ‘chattering classes’ are suffering like the rest of us cunters. Because even though they’re got their huge shelves of books behind them to show how educated they are they are feeling the strain of confinement, they’re suffering the same chronic boredom. Poor things.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

China

I would guess that the cunt of the year for 2020 could well turn out to be an entire fucking country. China.

Not only did these cunts destroy the world as we know it with this fucking fucking disease, they refuse to take any blame and even tried to cover up the spread so they could travel the world during their new year celebrations. ‘Fuck everyone else, I want my jolly’, they seemed to say.

If that wasn’t enough, get this. Deep breath…

…the cunts are reopening their wet markets in fucking Wuhan this week.

What the actual fucketty fuck. This is not some right wing conspiracy either. Here’s a link to the libtarded Independent as proof.

Speechless. Fucking speechless.

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/coronavirus-china-cases-deaths-who-wet-market-wuhan-a9462286.html

Nominated by Cuntybollocks

Incessant never ending intrusive pain in the arse gambling advertising.

Dave has been treated fairly by Shirtoffyaback Entertainment, so he won’t be losing his job, house, every possession and friend he ever had and be found swinging from a tree – not yet anyway, just rinse him clean first.

Ooooh look – it’s Gabby and Scabby just having a little bit of entertaining fun with the great social scene as they p*ss their child support away, but awww look at Mittens the cat.
And here’s Harry Redknapp, one of the richest men in the country – but kind enough to personally contact Kev and Wayne to push them into spunking away the shopping money just by firing up the mobile phone, and big ‘ard Cockney guvnor Ray Winston scraping up anyone Mittens and Harry have missed – good one lads!

It’s just a bit of fun you see, and when the fun stops of course every gambler stops gambling immediately – you won’t see them hoofing the rent money on the roulette games..
The ads are never ending – television, radio, online – but what they don’t show is the poor f*ckers living on the street, the destitution and misery gambling addiction causes and the lives it ruins and in some cases takes.

An addiction tax on the poor – and until I see Jacob Rees-Mogg at the bookies with a tab hanging out of his mouth, the racing post and his last fiver (the rich don’t tend to gamble you see – they leave that to the working claaars oiks) I will be of the opinion that incessant never ending intrusive pain in the arse gambling advertisements are CUNTS!

Nominated by Vernon Fox