Like the un flushable turd that he is, the mincing little poofter, who enjoyed doing wimminz things on the television every morning, and generally being one of the girls, is to stage his comeback for three consecutive nights on Channel 5 (akin to be shunted over to Radio 3 at 2 a.m. on a wet Monday) . He will be “alone” except for a handful of cameramen, on an island (and lets hope for their own sakes the cameramen are not too young or too pretty) to tell “his side of the story”.
What the fuck – we all know the story – he as good as groomed a schoolboy (though granted the little mini-mincer didn’t look as if he needed too much grooming), when he was old enough got him a job on his tatty TV show and then took to taking him to his London flat for clandestine bumming sessions behind his wife’s back. I wonder who played the man? they were both benders by the look and sound of them. He got found out, his name stunk on ITV and the rest of the media, and now Phil has no excuse to paint and powder himself every morning. But he probably does. End of story – it doesn’t need three evenings to tell it:
Nominated by W. C. Boggs.
A second helping of this cunt from Jeezum Priest below.
Just when you thought you’d heard the end of this cunt, he rears his ugly head yet again.
Perhaps emboldened by his recent TV appearance on Phillip Schofield – Castaway, he has decided to blame his brothers misconduct for his downfall as a presenter.
Now, his brother is a bad ‘un, without a doubt, but to lay the blame at his door, and not take any responsibility for his own actions is disengenious to say the least.
After all, his brother didn’t prise apart the bum cheeks of the young man, or lube him up to help dear Pip out, did he?
standard
More about this cunt from Liberal Liquidator below.
Phillip Schofield’s Cast Away (if only)
If you had an inappropriate workplace relationship with a much younger co-worker, lied about it to your colleagues and bosses, ruined your lucrative career and saw your marriage end and became a byword for making peoples skin crawl, you might want to keep quite for a bit.
Not so one Phillip Schofield who less than eighteen months on from leaving This Morning in disgrace following some extra curricular bumming activities of the office intern is back with a new show on C5. Cast Away will see Schofield stranded on a desert island off Madagascar for ten days with no food, water or crew and just an old copy of Boyz magazine.
After getting over the disappointment from his agent telling him no its not Epstein’s island nor is there a Boy Friday to go naked spearfishing with, Schofield informed us he will use the experience as a period of self-reflection and soul searching. Probably his struggles with mental heath too, naturally.
Schofield is just another self-pitying narcissistic luvvie twat who is looking to revive his once glittering career. Short of administrating a Lubbocking like Barrymore or a hot mic Big Ron “fucking lazy thick n*gger” moment, there seems to be very little that will flush turds like Schofield down the shitter for good.
Maybe he will get bitten by something exotic or taken sausage by some Somali pirates?
I don’t think we are that lucky.
