A monumental shower of uneducated, ignorant, TV addicted, fast-food consuming, ipad owning, Twitter posting, Facebook addicted, BBC believing, Sun Newspaper reading, Sky TV owning, smart phone addicted, narcissistic, x-factor loving, coronation street watching imbecilic CUNTS
Nominated by: Boaby
Back in 2002 Darren was elected as a baby faced Labour MP in New Zealand. For two elections he held the seat of Otaki, before losing it. Fortunately, as NZ has MMP (a form of proportional representation) Darren got to stay in Parliament, due to his list position, there’s no getting rid of troughers in NZ.
Now, Darren trotted along nicely, doing F-all in his time apart from some TV spots. A real seat warmer. He also helped out the Deputy Leader by charging Parliament to rent her spare room, despite Otaki being a three quarter hour commute from Parliament.
It was renting the room where it all came unstuck for Darren. One night, having met a lovely very young man, he took him home to the Deputy Leaders house. The young man was having a lovely time, so lovely that when he came to he was surprised to find himself naked and bent over a Swiss ball. The lovely very young man for some reason decided that the best course of action was to run off stark bollack naked through the streets of windy cold Wellington, where he was found by the Police.
Well, when the Police came a knocking, what do you think happened? No one knew anything! The main media companies didn’t want to pursue the story. The Police seemed surprisingly unwilling to investigate, and the Labour party didn’t wish to comment in case the “prejudiced” the investigation.
Sadly,people kept wondering what happened, and so some very senior policemen, appointed by the last Labour government, looked into things. All of a sudden, the young man didn’t want to press charges. Darren resigned from parliament, and hopped on a flight to Blighty, and lo and behold ended up with his super new job at a Labour party affiliated organisation. Darren loves his new job so much, that for some reason he never seems to want to come back to NZ ever again.
And that is what electoral reform can give to you.
Nominated by: Cato
I recall first coming across Walters in the 80’s when by some miracle she gained the lead in a couple of movies during the British Film revival. Due to not being spectacularly shite, though I could have smacked her in the face during “Educating Rita”, she seems to have become “National Treasure”.
There is nothing, from Victoria Wood, through Adrian Mole, to the Harry Potter franchise, that Julie Walters hasn’t made worse by her presence. Her overacting, screechy voice, hunched mannerisms make any scene she appears in painful to watch.
Julie Walters is proof positive that once you’re in with the in crowd in the nepotistic puddle that is British acting talent, you are made for life.
And who picked her to play Cynthia Payne? If you turned up at a brothel and Julie was on offer, you’d have a tug at home instead.
Nominated by: Cato
Firstly to quote ‘You know how I paid for this watch ?’ Me- ‘no’. Him £15,000′. I think this was supposed to impress. Dear oh dear.
Then he starts telling me about his job. He is ‘something in sales’. He tells me how he spends all day getting people to buy services they don’t really need and how this boosts his commission. ‘I’m on £80,000 atm should be up to £100,000 next year.’
To cap it all we then go for a drive in his executive motor. Fuck me! You know those knob heads who tail gate? That’s him. He actually said ‘Oi little man in your little car get out my way’ whilst flashing his lights and bibbing his hooter. He also took great delight in over taking cars as close as possible and I mean about 2 inches. All this with his 2 kids in the back.
I told him he was driving like a cunt only to be told ‘ I know what I’m doing.’ A prime example of the ’alpha male’.
Nominated by: Ozmandias
More money then sense Tinsletown cunt…
What an arsehole…
Nominated by: Guardian Hater