I’d like to nominate weekend bores. Those who bore you to death all week talking about what they’ve got planned, and then spend Monday boring you to death telling you about it.
If I get asked what my plans are, I just tell them that I might do this that or the other and then might do it or not. They never ask me again.
Nominated by Mystic Maven
A nomination for tattooed women. Not the fat ugly chavs, where we expect it, but the really attractive or beautiful women who have these hideous things. Saw one this evening at the swimming pool – beautiful blonde in a black bikini, fine figure, but when she turned around, lo and behold, a huge bird’s wing across her shoulder and left breast, and other silly things down one of her legs and on her hands. It certainly dampened my ardour. Naturally her tosser of a boyfriend was covered in them too. She also had one of those hideous navel piercings, ughh, the ultimate turn-off.
Nominated by Mystic Maven
Andrew Scott is a bit of a cunt, isn’t he?
If you don’t know this little prick’s face, you’ll certainly know his sneering voice and grinding Irish accent.
Who can forget his smug, irritating, starey-eyed Moriaty with sneery voice and grinding accent in Al Beeb’s Sherlock.
Who could fail to recollect his smug, irritating starey-eyed priest with sneery voice and grinding accent in Al Beeb’s overrated “comedy” Fleabag.
Now he’s in lefty Netflix vehicle Black Mirror scribed by toxic cunt Charlie Brooker (BBC, Guardian, Philomena Cunk, etc). He plays a taxi driver seeking revenge on a computer software programme. Unsurprisingly, he’s given the smug, irritating starey-eyed taxi-driver a sneery voice and grinding accent.
He speaks his lines as if he’s singing in E-minor. What’s with the stretched delivery of words and elongated final syllable? He enunciates like a moaning 12-year old girl asked to do the dishes.
Could it be that the most punchable man on tv, BeneNodick Cunterbaps is to be usurped by a rambunctious Oirish cunt with a sneery voice and grinding accent.
Limited talent, limited ability, limited height, hopefully a limited career.
Nominated by Captain Magnanimous
Carl Beech, who initially was known in the media as ‘Nick’, is basically the world’s biggest attention-seeking liar and fake rape/murder/torture complainant, ruining the lives of dozens of high-profile right of centre public figures.
After the Jimmy Savile ‘news’ broke, this cunt jumped on the Saville bandwagon (for which he received more than 20k in public money for compensation for being supposedly raped,) decided he quite liked being a victim and began to spin a whole story about famous people in high society who abused children. It was all a fiction, but it led to a £2m investigation, high profile accusations, but no arrests or charges were ever made. Despite a lack of any supporting evidence, the police publicly proclaimed Carl Beech’s accusations to be ‘credible and true’. Where have we heard that before? Beech also just happens to be a paedophile himself, is a former paediatric nurse, former NSPCC volunteer and when police raided his home and found child porn, the cunt of all cunts tried to blame his own teenage son! His trial also heard he had written 150 pages of a memoir and planned to become an international speaker on “survivors”.
Former Tory MP Harvey Proctor, whose home was raided by the police, criticised Labour’s Tom Watson who met Beech in 2014. Now what could this cunt Watson’s interest be in this particular case? Oh yeah, he was making fake assault claims against ex Tory PM’s, ex-army, all the enemies of the Left. Watson says “It was not my role to judge whether victims’ stories were true.” But right fucking there by calling this cunt of the century a ‘victim’, you’re already saying it is true, you cunt!
A cunt on the house of ‘Nick’, the police, and the Left who stoked these fake rape and murder claims on political figures from the Right for political gain.
Nominated by MandroidZ
A hand wringing, virtuous cunting for Antony Gormley. A sculptor, apparently:-
‘Sculptor Sir Antony Gormley has joined calls for London’s National Portrait Gallery to end its sponsorship with BP.
BP has sponsored the gallery’s annual Portrait Award for 30 years, but the oil company has faced growing criticism over its environmental stance.
Sir Antony said BP was “using culture to make us all feel this is a company that cares about the future of mankind, but it very clearly doesn’t”.
Here we have an arty farty cunt who has never done a day’s work in his life suddenly (along with a bevy of other arty cunts) deciding that BP is the anti Christ.
BP is a petroleum business. It employs 70,000 people. They have been doing this for a long time. Without such business we would be living in rural settlements, shagging relatives and voting for Magid Magid or Caroline Lucas.
BP contributes to the world, whatever arty cunts think. Arty cunts do not.
These shows of virtue and principle are spurious, pseudo and unconvincing.
Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble