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Why, why, why has the Welsh RFU banned the song Delilah? Because they are a rabble of sheep snagging, woke ridden, leek munching cunts. that”s why.

The song has been a staple tune on the pissed up singalong and karaoke circuit for decades. And it’s taken decades for some self absorbed, officious, woke twat to ban it because it might ‘offend’ woman.

I urge all Welsh Rugby fans at the Six Nations to protest in the best possible way – break into a rendition of ‘Smack My Bitch Up’ by the Prodigy every time the ball goes out of play..

Rugby officiating cunts.

Nominated by: The Birdman of Cuntytraz.

The world of literature is slowly being taken over by a new woke plague; the sensitivity reader. A moral gatekeeper employed by publishers to read through manuscripts questioning plotlines, characters and language for anything that might offend the usual victim groups, although its dressed up as vague wokey doublespeak of ‘authentic experiences’ and ‘speaking my truth’ Its a sort of way trying to pre-empt the inevitable outrage and cancel-proof the author.

Author Anthony Horowitz was a victim when the word ‘scalpel’ was cut from a passage in a recent book because some bedwetter felt that it had negative connotations to Native Americans and the historic practice of scalping their enemies. As Horowitz explains “Scalpel, of course , comes from the Latin word scapellus (from scalpere, to cut) and has nothing to do with scalping, which derives from the Middle English scalpe (top of the head).

But who cares? At least Creaking Knee and his mates weren’t offended.

So according to this logic Shakespeare wouldn’t have written Othello, Mary Shelly couldn’t have written Frankenstein or Robert Louis Stevenson understanding the lived experience of one-legged disabled pirate Long John Silver in Treasure Island.

In small victory for sanity, Dick Fiddlers recent international bestselling bonkbuster ‘Fifty Shades of Fiddler’….”Downton Abby meets Readers Wives” The Independent …..*****

And exciting newcomer…

Cunter of the Year, Miserable Northern Cunts ‘Dogging Diaries’…”Raw and gritty account of Stockport’s underbelly” New York Times…10/10 have evaded the woke Gestapo’s censorship and are available online and from all reputable bookshops after IsAC Publishing House refused to bow to pressure and issued a firm “FUCK OFF”.

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Nominated by: Liberal Liquidator

Peter Kay is a cunt.

There was an ITV programme called ‘Goodbye Granadaland’ about Granada Television and the closure of The Granada Building on Quay Street in Manchester. As a long time viewer and fan of Granada, I settled down to watch it.

Alarm bells immediately rang when I saw that Peter Kay was presenting it and in charge of it, and how right I was. Instead of a serious programme about Granada and how innovative it was, we got a load of vacuous and superficial shite. The sort of cheesy crap that is synonymous with both Kay and ITV.

The great Tony Wilson (RIP), his long time at Granada and his hugely influential programmes were skirted over in about one minute. The seismic Pistols episode of So It Goes got just a few seconds. While shite like Take That and Lisa Stansfield were on for (it seems like) ages. And Simon and Garfunkel’s legendary appearance at Granada was hardly mentioned. I expected a documentary on all the great shows Granada did. Like 7 Up, World In Action, What the Papers Say, So It Goes, The Dustbinmen, and, of course, Coronation Street. But it was mostly empty headed shite, with that cliched overdone ‘northerness’ that I find both insulting and annoying (Paddy McGuinness, you cunt). Other Granada presenters like Charlie Foster, Jim Pope, Colin Weston, Bob Greaves and Graham James weren’t even mentioned. Other people worked there apart from Michael Parkinson and Richard and fucking Judy.

Coronation Street was covered, but badly. Apart from a couple of soundbites from true Street legend, Julie Goodyear, it was just one of Kevin Webster’s daughters talking shit. And any other decent archive clips were interrupted by Kay’s babbling.

All in all, Granada (which now exists in name only) deserved a better send off than this light entertainment shallow shite that ITV is now (in)famous for.

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Nominated by: Norman

So many obstacles in the way just to get a look at the thing you want to read or buy.

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Great big advert covering up half the page
Plays a video in the corner
Might continue to play another video

Then if you buy the thing and opt out of their bs emails, you get them anyway. After the order and delivery emails, comes the ‘How did we do?’ survey. Then you get marketing gumph trying to tempt you with stuff you’re not interested in.

Easier going to a shop but some of those are at it as well. I went into Hobbs and bought something posh for a work do. “Would you like your receipt emailed to you?l” No. “We only do digital receipts.” Fs, everyone wants to harvest your flipping email address.

Nominated by: Cuntologist

And  supported by: Dickie Dribbler

I’ve had that digital receipt only cr@p at check outs as well (not in a ladies outfitters I hasten to add). It’s surprising how quickly they can come up with a non-digital one when you tell them you no longer wish to purchase the goods.

Sod their arguments that proof of purchase will appear on your bank statement (assuming you pay by card – which I often don’t) if there is any need to return an item. One line on a bank statement saying you spent say £100 in shop XYZ doesn’t say what items you bought, how many you bought or how much you paid for each item. I want evidence at point of sale to avoid doubt.

What I find astounding is that retailers aren’t obliged to give receipts by law (unless I think it’s a VAT registered business to business transaction).