First time cunting and it’s for Netflix. (Welcome aboard, young man – Day Admin)

Piss somewhat boiled this evening as I tuned in to give a documentary on WW2 a once over.

Started off genuinely amazed at the footage and the colouring if the footage. No idea if it’s been cobbled together to make it fit the chronological order of events but then realised I was being irked by the commentary.

Turns out it’s some effnic geezer actor who’s in his 30’s and seems to have made most of his living from the shite spinoffs of star wars as they got woker and more woke.

Suffice to say the defence of the British Realm and the fight against the Nazi invasion should be narrated by old white gentlemen, preferably with a bit of Spitfire experience.

Netflix

Nominated by: Rumpled Foreskin

A smoke and mirrors cunting for SAF (recycled and refined chip oil) and we may as well throw in Virgin for good measure.

Today the first transatlantic flight has taken off using SAF (Sustainable aviation fuels), the flight is jolly for a selected bunch of cunts including Mark Harper, so not even a true commercial flight, in other words pointless.

SAF has 80% net zero over its lifecycle, the plants absorb CO2 and after refining and transport burning the fuel emits the same amount of CO2 as was absorbed by the plants.
Maybe just put plants/trees in the ground that will continue absorbing CO2 for years/decades and burn fossil fuels that cost less than half the cost of SAF.

Why Virgin, well who else other that Richard Branson would waste expensive fuel on a fucking jolly for his mates.

BBC News Link.

IATA Link.

Nominated by : Sick of it

An ‘oi! Don’t frighten the horses!’ cunting for sexual exhibitionists, a couple of whom I happened to come across (no pun intended) in Asda’s car park this afternoon.

I’d parked away from the busier area, and on returning, saw that another car had parked one space across from mine, leaving a space in between. Seated in the front were a couple who I’d guess were in their late thirties. Nothing remarkable in this, but as I began to manoeuvre my trolley between the cars, the bloke promptly inserted his hand between her legs and made great show of vigorously massaging her fanny.

Now I couldn’t give a monkey’s what people get up to in their spare time, good luck to ’em, I say, but blimey, a bit of decorum’s surely in order. It was obvious that they knew that I could see them, and from the gratified expressions on their faces, these two were clearly a couple of thrill seekers who got off on that very fact.

I loaded up my stuff and drove off, wondering whether I should have tactfully suggested that they should get a room. If nothing else, they were chancing that someone would take the car’s registration and call the scuffers; but I suppose that the risk simply added to the excitement.

Now I’m one of the most broad-minded individuals you’ll ever meet, but this sort of behaviour in public seems a bit unseemly and coarse to me. Finger away to your hearts’ content I say, but show a bit of class and do it behind closed doors, and if you do want to be seen, do so in the company of like-minded individuals.

Now dear, just close the curtains come over here, would you…

Nominated by Ron Knee.

(Titwank, is all I’m thinking about right now, never mind about her indiscretions! – Day Admin)

Michelle Georgina Mone OBE, (Baroness Mone of Mayfair!? HaHaHaHa!) truly is a cunt of the first water.

This Glaswegian guttersnipe (strangely, not named Fiona) has got rich on the back of consistent and dedicated mendacity. It has become apparent that she is as bent as a nine-bob note and today she was painted into a corner and had to admit on television that she had lied.

She could have given Pete Rachman lessons in rapaciousness had they been contemporaneous!

Wiki

Glasgow World

Telegraph

Nominated by: arfurbrain

(“Rah, rah, rah! We’re going to smash the oiks!” – Day Admin)

A CHRISTMAS APPEAL ON BEHALF OF
THE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND

Dear cunters,

I realise that during these straightened times it is sometimes difficult to consider the plight of those less fortunate than ourselves. However I would ask you to spare a thought for Ralph, who has fallen on hard times.

Ralph has been forced to struggle by with just Alnwick, Prudhoe and Warkworth Castles, Hulne Park, Albury Park, 100,000 acres of prime Northumbrian farmland, 4,000 acres of forestry and numerous other properties.

What has put him on the breadline, however, is his modest little London pied-a-terre, Syon House and 200 acre Syon Park.

Overlooking the Thames and Kew Gardens, the Adam interior State Rooms are in need of a bit of restoration. So to raise the necessary moolah, Ralph decided boot a few commoners off allotments owned by himself to build 80 flats. Should be good for at least 100 mill he thought, and the allotment holders could always pop off down to Fortnums for their organic endive, broccolini and truffles like all the other little people.

Expecting the local council to tug their forelocks and approve the planning application, sadly Ralph’s plans have been thwarted twice, and he’s facing the indignity of having to sell a Canaletto or two to raise the spondoolies.

Ralph is in desperate need and facing a cost of living crisis. Please give whatever you can afford, either via the BBC’s forthcoming celebrity telethon ‘Aristos In Need’, on Ralph’s GoFundMe page, or by visiting Syon House, where for the £14 entrance fee you can marvel at some of the gear Ralph’s ancestors bought with the money they stole from my ancestors.

For those unable to donate, Ralph has kindly set up a GoFuckYou page.

Thank you for your generosity. God bless you all, and Merry Christmas.

Hexham News

Syon Park

Nominated by: Geordie Twatt

(Perhaps he should invite 500 impoverished boat riders to his humble abodes, All paid for by the Taxpayer! – Day Admin)