Siddiq Khan is a useless posing posturing little cunt who does not have a fucking clue. Berlin and Paris transport systems running but tfl fucking fucking buggered and held to ransom by union bullies to whom he is in hock. CUNT! Fucking little shit voted in by foreigners who now rule a London.perhaps it should be a suburb of some foreign country? Little cunt and his acolytes ruining our (once) great capital city. CUNT

Nominated by Stevienutsack

Whispering in Films

This is brief and perhaps flippant but it really gets me….. whispering in films.
Why do people think that whispering in films makes it more dramatic? It doesn’t, it just makes me put the fucking volume up.

When did this shallow dramatic craze take hold and who started it?

I remember old TV dramas and movies where no one whispered unless they were sneaking up on some Nazis or robbing a house. But now every chance a so called actor gets they talk in a low husky voice because they haven’t got the acting talent to convey ……drama.

Whispering in movies, you are a cunt.

Nominated by Mac McCunt

Now that one has put their idiot lantern into the skip, one has to listen to the wireless, while skipping through the available cunt DJs on local radio who sound either like their balls haven’t dropped or constantly go on about their family in a faux mid Atlantic drawl. Look cunt I don’t care about how many kids you’ve got or what you had for breakfast, just put some records on and shut the fuck up.

So then I put on BBC light programming (radio 2 to the yoof cunts) and there this irritating fuckwaffle befell my eardrums. I thought the Wrightcunt had been kicked on to BBC Radio Solent years ago, but no he’s still there with his fucking “BIG SHOW” , talking over records, grovelling to impertinent guests and just causing earache to the masses. I lasted about 10 seconds, even with O’Brien I can last 15 seconds, the radio has now suffered the same fate and is also in the skip!

“Love the show Steve” yeah fucking right, a cunt to man and beast he really is!

Nominated by Captain Quimson

Cunts that walk along the fucking road

Now I live in Scotland, which is a bit cunty at the best of times, and I don’t see this when I travel down to England in search of semi attractive women and to get away from the god awful ex mining wanker communities, where everyone has a chip on their shoulder as big as their big fat chip butty cunt bellies.

Anyhow, most town planners up here seem to think it’s a wizard idea to only put pavements in ‘here and there’, because obviously, with rain the consistency of COVID-19 diarrhoea most of the year, it’s great to have to walk across a veritable assault cause of bottles and marshland just to get to fucking Ladbrokes.

However, when in the name of Allah did it become a great idea for every sour faced wannabee businesswoman, fat tracky-bottom bag of chips wanker and hipster-beardo-jogger-cunt to walk along the fucking road?.

Every day I toot my horn and shout abuse at the cunts, as they defiantly march along the gutter side of the road risking life and limb from cunts like me, still half cut from the night before and weaving from side to side with all the sober dexterity of an EU commissioner, filling their lungs up with enough rancid fumes to get Greta’s down syndrome snatch lathered up and for what? So they don’t get their fucking Primark shoes Muddy? WTF?

Don’t get me started on the cunts in the snow up here either, then they walk in the middle of the fucking road, because there’s what 2 cm of snow on the side of the road and then look at you like a cunt when you dare revv your 1.2 litre engine up so hard the axles start vibrating.

Get out the fucking road you stupid fucking cunts. There’s enough stupid cunts in cars as it is, without you adding another unnecessary kamikaze dimension to the whole god awful fucking experience of driving in this awful fucking country.

Nominated by Nickelcunt