
MONTY DON
Is a cunt.
I hardly ever watch the I’m-so-triggered-that’s-really-problematic contemptible safe-spacery that is al-BBC-eera any longer. Yet whenever it turn in on, without fail I encounter this self-regarding, effeminate spunk-trumpet.
Possessing stratospheric levels of narcissism despite having a face like a derby winner, it doesnt take this limp-wristed, wine-quaffing ponce long to get over his fashionable episodes of depression and start spending the taxpayer’s money on business class jollies to the South of France so he can wank over a privet hedge for half an hour.
So far in the closet he’s having afternoon tea with Mr.Tumnus, he is another half-witted,simpering star in the constellation of lamentable players of the pink trombone who infect our screens.
Nominated by Ted O’Noggis



